" That was what you got when you stayed up all night, talking to a teenager about his beloved older brother, who actually had succeeded in killing himself with his own fucking valor. That was what you got when you wandered around in a hospital, chased relentlessly by ghosts who all moaned terrible messages about being alone, forever alone, locked in a box, submerged in your own bitterness. "

― Amy Lane , Living Promises (Promises, #3)