Kedori tried a smile. She feels sorry for me. It’s better than being cruel, but there’s no need to feel bad for me. Not really. He shook his head.
Your signing is fine. He paused. And. . . yes, I’m alright.
His mouth twisted. But. . . will he really heal in there? Will anyone take care of him? Is it clean there, or could he get infected? He sucked in a breath. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to trouble you. But he’s a good friend of mine, and–I don’t want something worse to happen to him.
He bit back tears. You’ve got to hold on, Kiet, he thought. I’ll get you out of there. But you’ve got to hold on until I do.
Hearts are like matter--they can be beaten down, torn, and burned, but they cannot be destroyed.