“August had never been afraid of dying, for all he thought about it. It bothered him, of course, the idea of being unmade, but his own death was a concept he couldn’t grasp, no matter how hard he tried. But loss – that was a thing that scared him. The loss of those he cared for.”

“August had never been afraid of dying, for all he thought about it. It bothered him, of course, the idea of being unmade, but his own death was a concept he couldn’t grasp, no matter how hard he tried. But loss – that was a thing that scared him. The loss of those he cared for.”

— Victoria Schwab