Colonel Farley Quotes in Glass Sword
Chapter 6 Quotes
“And even if, if, the list is true, and the names do lead to other”—[the Colonel] searches for the word, not bothering to be gentle—“things like you, then what? Do we dodge the worst agents of the kingdom, hunters better and faster than us, to find them? Do we attempt a mass exodus of the ones we can save? Do we found the Barrow School for Freaks, and spend years training them to fight? Do we ignore everything else, all the suffering, the child soldiers, the executions, for them?”
After Mare explains her goal to save the newbloods from Julian’s list, the Colonel disparages her plan. First, he doubts whether the list is reliable, because he doesn’t trust that a Silver such as Julian could be a true ally to the Red resistance. Though the Colonel has good reason to be wary of Silvers, who actively harm and oppress Reds, he wrongfully assumes Julian must be villainous simply because he’s Silver, which only reinforces the damaging division between Silvers and Reds. Second, the Colonel argues that newbloods aren’t worth saving. With his sarcastic questions, he implies that no efforts to help newbloods are justifiable. From the Colonel’s perspective, newbloods’ lives don’t matter as much as Reds’ do. The Colonel is more concerned about ending the cruel injustices that Reds face: “the suffering, the child soldiers, the executions.”
In this passage, the Colonel exposes his prejudice against people who are different from him. He dehumanizes newbloods by calling them “things” and insinuates that they shouldn’t exist because they’re “[f]reaks.” In doing so, he frames newbloods as inferior to Reds, similarly to how Silvers have claimed that redbloods are inferior to silverbloods. The Colonel fails to realize he’s feeding into the dangerous narrative that differences in blood make some people better or worse than others. Newbloods’ lives shouldn’t be more or less valuable than Reds’, just as Reds’ lives shouldn’t be more or less valuable than Silvers’.
Chapter 27 Quotes
When my fingers knot in her frayed hair, holding her head up to face the decrepit, sputtering camera, I’m fighting tears. As much as I hate her, I hate this more. It feels against nature, against anything good I might have left inside myself. I’ve already lost Cal—thrown him away—but now I feel I’m losing my soul. And yet I speak the words I must.

