Humans were not meant to be whisked to and fro like this; my grasp of time and space was simple, linear, uncomplicated.
I am,’ he whispers, 'the monster I warned you against.’ 'You are,’ I say hoarsely, 'the monster I claim.
I would have cried, if I had any sorrow left. I would have shouted, if anger still burned within me. But there was nothing, nothing but hope and despair, and despair was winning.
