Sender: Lowther, George
Recipient: Pike, Christopher

I don't love her. I didn't know that until you picked me off that floor, until you started acting like I mattered. I don't love her and I don't feel guilty about it. That's weird, isn't it? Or wrong? And I don't love him, because the only thing I know about him is that he's a martyr. everyone else loves their parents. You do. But I don't think I know how.