Novel & Cerita If We Burn You Burn With Us Quote

When it was done she was quiet for a moment. "The fire extinguisher," she said. "Yes," Elian said. "That was the right instinct," she said. "Not the window. The fire extinguisher." "I know," Elian said. "Because the right thing was to stay," she said. "Even when staying was dangerous. The instinct was right." "Yes," Elian said. She looked at Dante. "You understood that," she said. "When you saw him." "Yes," Dante said. "Immediately." She nodded once — the same nod as Elian's, the same gene, the same specific movement of someone making a decision inside themselves.

At the flames dancing between our joined hands. "We're not giving up," I said. And we didn't.

And there would be no coming back for her after that. She wasn’t built for monsters like me. So she have to walk away. Sooner or later, she would. She have to. Because if she didn’t… I would drag her into my darkness myself. And the fire between us would burn her alive.

“But when this all goes to hell, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I don’t respond. Because there’s nothing left to say. I’ve already lit the match. And when the fire comes? I’ll burn with her.

This time she would let them all BURN. A/N: Say that burn with style. Ha-Ha-Ha (laughing like an evil scientist)

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.

A soft murmur of blessing swept through the gathered crowd as Flora’s words reverberated, each syllable a protestation of independence and stopgap. Alice, with a final snicker, murmured, “ We’ll see how long that fire becks . ” Flora, with steady resoluteness, answered still, “ It'll burn brighter than any shadow. ”

There was a moment of silence and the next minute, the thousand trainees/protesters obeyed, dropping to their knees in sync, the sound of their legs meeting the hard granite echoing. I raised my hand to my forehead to shield my eyes from the orange sunlight as the day was already coming to an end. "Pugnamus et nulla est misericordia donec vincamus!" I yelled, balling my fists and raising them to my shoulder. ~We fight and there's no mercy until we win! Even when I knew they didn't understand a word I said, they raised their balled fists and let out a loud cry. "To the Blackwood estate!" Siobahn yelled from behind me, leading everyone to chant happily in return.

"We built this nation from the ashes, Eamon. We will burn whatever tries to touch it." I looked at our children, all of them standing tall, ready, and unified. The fire that burned within us was eternal, and no winter storm could ever put it out.

“You were meant to burn.” And gods help me, I wanted to burn forever.