What I Wouldn't Give Novels & Stories

I would not be broken. Not by them. Not by anyone.

"Will you keep using your power to share with your friends or ... will you give it up?" "Give it up?" I asked, taken aback by the very idea. "Wow... I never even considered that. ... Like I said, it's just not as great when there's nobody to share it with. ... Maybe I will do that. Maybe I'll just ... I don’t, keep it on a 'shelf' or something until I need to really use it." "But you wouldn't abuse it, right? I mean, you haven't used it to ... do anything bad?"

"I just... I just wanted you to know that... No matter what happens. I will not give you up." ---

“Not. A. Chance.” I am not giving in and letting either of them win!

I will not go back to being nothing. Never!

Is that my fear? I want to "give it to him"?

"I will not give up, even if you refuse to give your blessing." Winston had given up once, and he wasn't about to repeat his mistake.

I wouldn't dare . .

That's stupid and we don't even do that anymore. I shouldn't want it. I won't want it. I refuse.

“There it is again—compassion.” “You make it sound like it's something bad.” I frowned. He shook his head. “I don't say it's bad. It's just that not everyone deserves it. I'm not the one who does.” Curiosity stole most of my self-restraint, and I spectacularly failed to keep my mouth shut. “And what did you do that makes you unworthy of compassion?” His features sharpened, and I instantly regretted asking. “I'm sorry… I shouldn't—”