.Crazy Beast Inside of Us."We hide. Talk. Then let the beast of the inside come out, and then we are loved...but sometimes left." -Lloyd
.I Hope. (Spoilers?)"You know...for an appeased, timid boy like you, Nike...you sure do tell a lot of things. Like a secret is forbidden to stay in your head, heart, throat and mouth." I look through his favorite book: Maniac Magee. A boy who was an orphan but had such astounding realistic abilities. My palm tries to smooth the dog-eared creases at the top corners of pages he must of halted at. I see a much bigger dog-eared crease and read the passage:For all the life of him, he couldn't figure out why these East Enders called themselves black. He kept looking and looking, and the colors he found were gingersnap and light fudge and dark fudge and acorn and butterrum and cinnamon and burnt orange. But never licorice, which, to him, was real black."I remember this paragraph, Nike. You said Maniac Magee was the only white boy in a black portion but he just saw them all the same. He started to live with a black family and girl, her name was Amanda...you really loved the characters."I kiss the
.Spoons.Rock looks softer than the solemn glare he holds towards the beloved asshole he strongly hates or so 'dislikes'. Just the sight of the bastard Joshua giving a friendly hug towards Danielle set him off. Unfortunately, Nico had gotten exasperated, making his way to the kitchen heatedly, Danielle trying to stall him from getting there. She watched him dig through the cabinets and drawers, fortunately mistaken the kitchen knives and grabbed probably a dozen spoons."I will kill and stab him through a curtain with spoons."That's cute, son.
.Get Over It."He was like a solider; a very young solemn solider almost too young to be so serious without any vestige of a grin or laugh...and I believe I know why he is caged in, so earnest...because every time he has to be cautious not only for himself, but for other people. Praying, begging mournfully to know why it hurts to be looked at upon judgmental eyes, to know how not be afraid of those beasts. But the only best rueful answer he could get was: you'll live. Get over it. But never to believe those foolish words, the inside of him did not." -Lloyd Grimmett (Ninth Hero)