“You’re not even listening!” she snaps. “We are machine men with machine minds, machine lives …”
“And machine hearts?” I ask. “That’s what I am?”
“What do you live for?” I ask her suddenly. “Is it for me? Is it for family and love? Or is it just for some dream?”
“It’s not just some dream, Darrow. I live for the dream that my children will be born free. That they will be what they like. That they will own the land their father gave them.”
“I live for you,” I say sadly.
She kisses my cheek. “Then you must live for more.”
Source: Pierce Brown, Red Rising