Sleep,” He Says. “i'll Fight

We've All Started To Put Down The Virtues Of The Other Factions In The Process Of Bolstering Our Own. I Don't Want To Do That. I Want To Be Brave, And Selfless, And Smart, And Kind, And Honest." He Clears His Throat. "i Continually Struggle With Kindness.

I Open The Door To The Fear Landscape Room And Flip Open The Small Black Box That Was In My Back Pocket To See The Syringes Inside. This Is The Box I Have Always Used, Padded Around The Needles; It Is A Sign Of Something Sick Inside Me, Or Something Brave.

Trust Me When I Tell You, Eaton Boy, That Resisting Is Worth Doing.

What Irritates Me Most About Him Is His Natural Goodness, His Inborn Selflessness.

"what Did You Do?" I Scream. "you Die, I Die Too."