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

My heart is breaking," she says. "I want to be strong for you right now but the thought of you leaving is killing me inside.

Nine lies on his back, groaning. His chest is shredded from where Eight slashed him, he’s got a fresh black eye, and I think I notice a trickle of blood from where I struck him with his staff. Suddenly, his groans turn to laughter. “That was awesome!” Nine hollers.

Best way to deal with fear is to confront it.

I'm going to kill them all

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

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