Tonight, they’d make their stand, once and for all.

Things are really weird around here, and most of us don't know everything. Half of everything.

It's kind of hard to ask a dead guy what he did wrong.

Tomorrow," Minho added. "Somehow, some way.

He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

Awww," Minho said. "That's almost as sweet as that time she slammed the end of a spear into your shuck face.

I don't give a crap if you're a Tangent or a really smart llama. You're my friend and that's all that matters