"Do you still remember," Vincent softly recited, "fallen stars …"
He laid stretched out on his bed with Catherine solidly in his embrace, both marveling at Mouse's night sky.
"… how they leapt slantwise through the sky like horses over suddenly held-out hurdles of our wishes."
After a moment Catherine said: "He truly had a gift, this man we captured, but he decided to use it for evil."
"The choices we make in our lives," Vincent replied, "define who we become."
She tightened her arm around his chest and buried her face in his hair.
"I like who we've become," she whispered.