Bad actors

The things that didn’t kill you made you stronger, apparently, though that was a lie; truth was, too many things left you still alive but broken and disturbed, and it was better not to experience them.

“Getting through them nicely, aren’t we?” said Lamb. “If the bloody Park didn’t keep sending replacements, we’d have this place to ourselves by now.”

When you’re up in the air your shadow can’t lay a finger on you, but no one stays high forever. And once you hit the ground, your shadow’s waiting.