Killing a man should be harder than waving a length of pipe in their direction. It should take long enough for one’s conscience to get in the way.
It was amazing to Knox that they all knew, instinctively, how to build implements of pain. It was something even shadows knew how to do at a young age, knowledge somehow dredged up from the brutal depths of their imagination, this ability to deal harm to one another.
“What we control,” Juliette said, “is our actions once fate puts us there.”