Sanctuary Night’s exactly what it says. Everyone lines up before Atticus and he reconfirms their Sanctuary: their right to live in Safe. Nobody’s ever turned away, except for Corner eight years back when it all came out about Jonah and the killing, and after that it couldn’t have stayed and shared our plates and homes and duties no matter what Atticus said ’bout it. There are stories that they loved each other once, that the Whitecoats took them as much for their loving as Atticus’s eyes and arms and Corner’s bloodtouch hands. But nobody ever told those loud enough to make a carving, and Jack once said it’s better that way. “Keeping histories,” he said actually, his voice all popping with sparks, “is as much about knowing what needs forgetting as what ought to be remembered.” That’s something that sneaks up on me when it’s darker than the normal dark. I almost asked him to explain once what he meant, but his face was too serious, too hot with lightning when he said it, to ever bring it up again.
