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

Why couldn't you turn into a fireball when we were on the same team!

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.

I know what I'm capable of; I am a soldier now, a warrior. I am someone to fear, not hunt.

You know the saying: he who doesn't understand history is doomed to repeat it. And when it's repeated, the stakes are doubled.

During the fire: 'Some of the drunker ones don't move. Some of them laugh. One person says, "Where's the marshmallows?" Mark slaps him across the face. "GET OUT!" he screams.

My breathing is controlled, but all the fear and anger within me. Fear is too simple a word. Terror. That's what I feel.