We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.
At the conclusion of a beloved trilogy, we see not an end but a beginning. It’s been a while since I’ve read this but yesterday I decided to skim it and finally resolved to write a review. I know a lot of fans were disappointed by Requiem. It wasn’t perfectly concluded, no final resolution was offered and the love triangle barely had its rightful “endgame”. I can’t blame people to be disappointed. At first, I was too, but as I absorbed the ending through time I realized this was probably how it was supposed to end. Requiem was a cliffhanger, an absolute cliffhanger, but it was one that made sense. This was a world set by rules for many generations and people were just beginning to break through. Revolution doesn’t happen overnight, and a change this big takes time. Rome wasn’t built in a day. At the last page of the book, many readers will be left wondering, What now? I asked myself that too, but answered myself back with “exactly”.
That is after all, the whole point. You do not know what will happen if you take down the walls; you cannot see through to the other side, don’t know whether it will bring freedom or ruin, resolution or chaos. It might be paradise or destruction. Take down the walls.
Life is all about taking risks. It’s like preparing to go off an edge blindfolded. You don’t know what will happen if you jump, but you jump anyway. This entire book, this entire story, it may be set in a dystopian world but its main core was love. The ending somehow reflected that. When you love someone, you break down your walls, you let that person in. You might get hurt, you just might be making the worst decision in your life and setting yourself up for total destruction—but you do anyway, because if you get it right, then it’ll all be worth it. After all, isn’t that what love is all about?
Take down the walls.
You don’t know what will happen if you jump, but you jump anyway.