The whole world is like Whitewall's razors I burst out. It cuts us, and we bleed but there's no purpose to it.
My heart raced. He needs you, I thought. Don't let him down. I couldn't remember ever being so happy... or so scared.
Did he die well?" No, I thought. Nobody did. They just died.
I never knew I had the power to hurt him, only that he possessed the power to hurt me.
Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought.
More than most, I know the pain of surviving.