I smile at her. "You're an angel." "Nah," she says. "I'm just a girl crazy in love.

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

No more, no less. I'm an idiot. I really need to let this crush go.

And that’s about all any of us can really hope for, to die with our dignity, to die with honor and valor. To die knowing we did everything we could.

We break our huddle and Eight immediately transforms into one of his massive avatars. His handsome features melt away, replaced by the snarling face and golden mane of a lion. He grows to about twelve feet, ten arms sprouting out of his sides, each of them tipped with razor-sharp claws. Nine whistles through his teeth. 'Now we're talking,' Nine says. 'One of your parents must've been a chimæra. Probably your mom.

One of the gifts our planet gave us is to love completely. Without jealousy or insecurity or fear. Without pettiness. Without anger.

Kill that Garde as hard as you can!