Everything Is Going To Change.

Next Time I'll Pat You On The Freaking Back For Stating The Obvious.

Oh, I'm Good. Seriously, After All These Years, You'd Think I Would Stop Amazing Myself. But Here I Am, Still Doing It.

When It Comes To Individual Destiny, There Is No Power Greater In The Universe Then The Conviction Of The Human Soul To Make A Choice.

What Was The Point Of Even Having A Conversation When Words Couldn't Be Trusted?

Movement From Brenda Grabbed Thomas's Attention. He Looked To See Her Drop The Knife Away From Minho And Step Back, Absently Wiping The Small Trace Of Blood There On Her Pants. "i Really Would've Killed You, Ya Know," She Said In A Slightly Scratchy Voice. Almost Husky. "charge Jorge Again And I'll Sever An Artery." Minho Wiped At His Small Wound With His Thumb, Then Looked At The Bright Red Smear. "that's One Sharp Knife. Makes Me Like You More.