" I wasn't sure I would recognize Joy if I saw it in an empty room. We were strangers at best, though most days it felt like we were mortal enemies. I could rely on Doubt and Worry and even Grief. I inhaled Stress and exhaled Obligation. Joy was something different, though. Something strange and feral and bright, and Carver wore it so well. "

― Ashley Blooms , Where I Can't Follow