“I feel it, I feel my thin morals dissolving. I feel my flimsy, moth-eaten skin of humanity begin to come apart, and with it, the veil keeping me from complete darkness. There are no lines I won’t cross. No illusions of mercy.I wanted to be better for her. For her happiness. For her future.But if she’s gone, what good is goodness?- Warner” ― Tahereh Mafi, Defy Me