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"Because caring was a thing with claws. It sank them in, and didn't let go. Caring hurt more than a knife to the leg, more than a few broken ribs, more than anything that bled or broke and healed again. Caring didn't break you clean. It was a bone that didn't set, a cut that wouldn't close. 

It was better not to care--one could try not to care--but sometimes, people got in."

― Victoria Schwab, A Conjuring of Light