Borderliners

I know this is the third post of the night.

But I was reading my favorite book and my favorite part came up and I just felt so compelled to write it somewhere. So I chose here:

He went on, "I could have stayed at home. We were just fine, we could have sat together in the evenings, like we'd been doing. Not too close together, nobody bothering anybody else, no need to be all over one another. But you're together, quiet and peaceful. If anyone feels like drawing they can just get some paper and a pencil, nothing will be said about it. No one goes on about your grades. No one gets hit. But then you're dragged up here. You're tied down at night, during the day Flakkedam sits behind you. Tell Mom how a thing like that can happen."

Biehl was on his knees, so his face was level with August's.

"We wanted to do good," he said.

Another finger broke.

All of a sudden Biehl's lips were like sandpaper. Gray and as though dusted with dried granules. He looked August in the eye.

"We wanted to help," he said. "Not just he children of the light. We wanted to carry the rest of you along with us. From the halls of the dead to the land of the living. We wanted to bring all of you together in the Danish Free School. Even those who suffer hardships have a right to the light."

August's body was now shaking badly, even his face was out of control, it looked like he was constantly making faces. Only the hand encircling Biehl's fingers did not move. It held the last of the life within him.

"What about the darkness inside people?" said Katarina.

"The light will disperse it," said Biehl.

August brought his face right down to Biehl's ear. They looked like two people exchanges confidences.

"There's not that much light in the whole world," he whispered.