"Never make a man choose between love and war," she said, her eyes lost in some memory claimed by the horizon.

"He will always choose the latter and if he doesn't, he was never a man at all."

Toska Nabokov
"Am I being impulsive? Is this how I really feel?" The pause in her mind was almost as loud as the pause in her lungs. "No," her body slacked with defeat, "this is Him."