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.
Pittacus LoreOne of the gifts our planet gave us is to love completely. Without jealousy or insecurity or fear. Without pettiness. Without anger.
Pittacus LoreYou can't escape what you are, but you also should know what you could be. Why you're fighting.
Pittacus Lore