"I can help you not be where you would be. I can help you not be what you would be. Not do what you would do. How do you want to live, Lindsey, and how do you want to die? You learned so many paragraphs." She moved her hands up, wiggling her fingers around his head before combing them through his hair instead. "One tiny note in a small paragraph and the book you're in won't be about you. But you can be more than that. You can be a whole book. Or we can burn all books together."