" I wish there were some middle ground.” A place where our names and our blood and our pasts don’t matter. A place without weight. A place that has never been and will never exist. “Good night, Tiberias.” Hissing, he clenches a fist. “I really need you to stop calling me that.” And I really need you. I turn and walk toward my room, my footsteps echoing and alone. "

― Victoria Aveyard , War Storm (Red Queen, #4)