“He was a Raven,” Jean said, as if any of them could understand the complicated emotions behind such a thing. They were an angry world unto themselves, interlocking links on a chain where compassion and consideration were outlawed. They needed each other. They were stronger together. They hated each other. They hated everyone else more. “But he was not my partner, and I will not grieve him.”
Напомнило мой класс.
