You scare me, Ryan Daley. Even more than those demons outside that scream for my death. How is it that I want what you want? Ive spent an eternity feeling powerless. Love did that to me robbed me of all control. I never expected to feel this way again. I dont want to feel.Neither did I, Ryan rasps, because feeling anything at all was dangerous. If I let myself feel, then maybe Id have to believe what everyone was saying that Lauren was dead. But from the moment I laid eyes on Carmen, you kept getting under my skin. At first, all you did was irritate the hell out of me, bailing me up that way outside my house, inviting yourself along for the ride when all I wanted was to be left alone. But that irritation turned into curiosity, which turned into something else, becoming this chain of, of feeling that brought me here. I dropped everything for you. I veered left. And Id do it again in a second. Thats what feeling does. It tells you youre alive, it gives things I dont know, proper meaning. Youre still trying to maintain some veneer of independence? Toughness? Do words like that even apply to you? But I see through it, Mercy. I see through you. Youre not that different from me after all, under your armour. Crumbs, Mercy, thats all Im after. Just crumbs. Its not a lot to ask for.