With the cure, relationships are all the same, and rules and expectations are defined. Without the cure, relationships must be reinvented every day, languages constantly decoded and deciphered. Freedom is exhausting.

That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You must hurt or be hurt.

Who knows? Maybe they’re right. Maybe we are driven crazy by our feelings. Maybe love is a disease, and we would be better off without it.
But we have chosen a different road. And in the end that is the point of escaping the cure: We are free to choose.
We are even free to choose the wrong thing.

We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.

[S]he'd realized that he had loved her only because she belonged to him.

The rules of Panic are simple. Anyone can enter. But only one person will win.