I'm So Tired. I Don't

There's A Conflicted Look In Day's Eyes, A Joy And A Grief, That Makes Him So Vulnerable. I Realize How Little Defense He Has Against My Words. He Loves So Wholly. It Is His Nature.

I Feel So Out Of Place Here. No Matter How Much Money The Republic Throws At Me, I Will Forever Be The Boy From The Streets.

He Pauses When He Finishes Undoing The Last Button, Then Closes His Eyes. I Can See The Pain Slashed Across His Face, And The Sight Tears At Me. The Republic's Most Wanted Criminal Is Just A Boy, Sitting Before Me, Suddenly Vulnerable, Laying All His Weaknesses Out For Me To See.

No Matter What Happens In The Future, No Matter Where Our Paths Take Us, This Moment Will Be Ours.

See?" She Says. "tricked You. You're Always Staring At Your Opponents Eyes-but That Gives You A Bad Peripheral View.if You Want To Track My Arms And Legs, You Have To Focus On My Chest." I Raise My Eyebrow At That. "say No More.