It is the ultimate superhero: backs down to no one, overcomes every obstacle. All the nerve blocks and neurochemical disruptors and inflammation antagonists line up, and pain barrels through them all, refusing to go unheard, bringing justice where otherwise there would only be peace. It rises up, sears through me once more, and remind myself that no single moment is unbearable, that all will be borne. Screams you will hear this tree fall in the damned forest.
What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: you know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.
Augustus Waters (in his last letter to Peter Van Houten)