You can't escape what you are, but you also should know what you could be. Why you're fighting.

I guess I had this silly notion that things would be different now, since I was different.

I don't know why I still feel this pit in my stomach whenever I get a moment to think. I know what the pit is, too; I feel lonely. But I'm not alone, I keep telling myself.

And I'm certain one day, you'll make it back home. With love, Your friend and Cêpan, -H

I drop the other Chest to the ground in shock. "What number are you? I'm Four." He squints at me and then offers his hand. "I'm Nine. Good job staying alive, Number Four.

That ugly freak has spent so much time in my head, I should be charging him rent." -Four

I'll come back to you," I say, "If it's the last thing I do, I'll come back to you.