" I was in love with him, the one who taught me how to prepare hushflower,” I said. I wasn’t sure why I was telling him this, except that he had shared some pain with me, and I wanted to do the same. The exchange of suffering didn’t have to be even--but it was a kind of currency, his sorrow for mine. A way toward trust. “He left me. No explanation.”
Zyt made an exaggerated disgusted noise in the back of his throat, and I smiled.
“What an idiot,” he said.
“Not really,” I said. “But it’s nice of you to say. "

― Veronica Roth , The Fates Divide (Carve the Mark, #2)