““I don't want you to kill anyone at all," I say. "Not just Adam." Warner laughs a sharp, strange laugh. He looks almost relieved. "Do you have any other stipulations?" "Not really." "You don't want to fix me, then? You don't have a long list of things I need to work on?" "No." I stare out the window. The view is so bleak. So cold. Covered in ice and snow. "There's nothing wrong with you that isn't already wrong with me," I say quietly. "And it I were smart I'd first figure out how to fix myself.””