You’ve taken seven people, each of whom has a real-life reason to wish you harm, gathered them together on a remote island and placed the idea of your murder in their heads. It’s like putting a loaded gun on the table and turning off the lights![to Miles]
Why is grief the providence of youth? I don’t know. But I’d imagine that age deepens all feelings. Including grief.
Oh my God, it’s full of stars! 2010, the year we made contact. [while looking into the icosahedron kaleidoscope]
My presence will be ornamental. You will find me a respectful, quiet, passive observer of the truth.