In trying to become God, they created Him. I think that’s the translation, anyway.

CHAIN YOUR ANGER IN THE dark, my mother used to tell me, and it will only thrive.

“No.” His eyes are sad. “Death is only meaningless if it does not change us, Vis.”

The decision may have been made by the few, Diago, but it’s the Will of the many that killed your family.”

“I know it will be painful, but you cannot give up now. Remember who you are.” He pauses, moves as if doing something just out of sight. “You have to fight.”

“Greed is by definition the moral ruler of the Hierarchy, Diago. All decisions are based upon it. It is not the strong who benefit in their system, no matter what they say—it is the weak. It is the ones willing to do anything, sacrifice anything, to rise. It rewards avarice and is so steeped in a wrong way of thinking that those within it cannot

“Nervousness means there’s a fear to be faced ahead, Diago. The man who is never nervous, never does anything hard. The man who is never nervous, never grows.”

“Do all you can to think of it as an opportunity. A blessing. No matter how it makes you feel in here.”

But speaking to Fadrique has changed something in me. Sanded the jagged edges off my pain.