" As he stood with his fingers in the iceflower bowls, he heard his mom and Cyra talking.
“My son was eager for me to meet you, I could tell,” his mom said. “You must be a good friend.”
“Um…yes,” Cyra said. “I think so, yes.”
You think so, Akos thought, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He’d given her clear enough labels, back in the stairwell, but she still couldn’t quite believe it. That was the problem with being so convinced of your own awfulness--you thought other people were lying when they didn’t agree with you.
“I have heard that you have a talent for death,” his mom said. At least Akos had warned Cyra about Sifa’s lack of charm. "

― Veronica Roth , Carve the Mark (Carve the Mark, #1)