I wouldn't say hate, exactly. You're kind of like fungus, Gwen. After a while, you just start growing on people.
I did not glow with the thrill of battle. Cringe, yes. Glow, no.
And I was stuck here at Warrior Freaks R Us.
I might be an assassin, but never let it be said I wasn't as gracious a hostess as the next gal.
Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.
I'm a figment of your imagination. You're only imagining that I'm sitting here eating with you. Because I'm just so freaking awesome that people daydream about being seen with me.