Nine, now eight. Are the rest of you out there?

He says we need to live in the real world, where war and death are a reality, not pretend.

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.

Maybe the only good thing about death is that you never have to relive it. You never have to remember the pain.

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.

The only limits for tomorrow are the doubts we have today.

I am an alien, I have extraordinary powers, with more to come, and I can do things that no human would dream of, but I still look like a fool.