““Have we wrecked all this?” I asked the ceiling. “Whatever we had between us before?” He replied after a long pause. “What we have between us is strong and stupid.” I laughed, surprised by his answer, and struck by an image of a small-skulled, club-wielding ogre. “What we got,” Kelly said, “we’re stuck with it, even if our stubborn, rational brains might decide we’re through. It’ll always be there, whether we like it or not.””
