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41 " Do they still hurt?" she whispered in anguished surprise." No," Jason said tautly. Shame washed over him in sickening waves as he waited helplessly for her inevitable reaction to the stark evidence of his humiliation.To his utter disbelief he felt her arms encircle him from behind and the touch of her lips on his back. " How brave you must have been to endure this," she whispered achingly, " how strong to survive it and go on living..." When she began kissing each scar, Jason rolled to his side and jerked her into his arms. " I love you," he whispered agonizedly, plunging his hands into her luxuriant hair and turning her face up to his. " I love you so much... "
42 " The right thing was confusing, and difficult, and sometimes Jason wondered if it was in fact a nonexistent ideal, like heaven or the American dream. There was no right thing. You did what you did for whatever reasons occurred to you at the time, depending on whichever emotion was running thickest in your blood. Your desire and fear and adrenaline and longing. You made your choice and came up with the reasons later. "
― Thomas Mullen , The Many Deaths of the Firefly Brothers
43 " I don't know," Jason said with a shrug. " Maybe it's too late for me. Maybe my heart is already too far good." With a smile she said softly, " It's never too late to be good. "
44 " If enough people repeat the stories for long enough, Jason will become something that cannot die, but he also will have been erased, because the actions are too large and impersonal. The stories will reveal nothing about the real man who lived. "
― David Vann , Bright Air Black