The medic knew exactly how to treat him. He knew about his two hearts. But he told me he was the last of his kind.

Francis, Magnus adopted son, decides he's going to help a friend out, trouble is she doesn't feel as if she deserves anybody's help.

She was sick and she knew that there was no running from it this time. So, she decided to stop running.

I knew there was only two ways this could have gone. One, they stay out of pity for me and a sense of obligation, but could never look at me or touch me the same as before. Or two, they realise how broken and damaged I am now and leave me. I didn't particularly like either of those options so I found an option three

I thought I was the only one left. But when I got on that ship I knew he was there before I even saw him.