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.

I fell in love with painting. Painting allows me to see things as I want to and not necessarily as they are, it's an escape, a way to preserve thoughts and memories, a way to create hopes and dreams. - Marina

If he had one true love, then he wanted you to have one, too.

You lie long enough and you start to get used to it.

I've been waiting a long to to meet you

I am her tribute. Survival is my gift to her.

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