No mourners, no funerals ... We like to keep our expectations low.

We meet fear ... We greet the unexpected visitor and listen to what he has to tell us. When fear arrives, something is about to happen.

“I would come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together—knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.”

fear is a phoenix. You can watch it burn a thousand times and still it will return

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