Are you sure you want us to keep calling you 'Six'?" "You can say it's short for something." "For what? Sixty?

Red Bull is for pussies!

Check this out,” Nine says. He holds up a small purple stone and then places it on the back of his hand. The stone slides into his hand—through it. Nine turns his hand over just as the stone pops out in his palm. “Pretty cool, right?” he asks me, waggling his eyebrows. “Uh, but what is it supposed to do?” Eight asks, looking up from his own Chest. “I dunno. Impress girls?” Nine looks over at me. “Did it work?” “Um . . .” I hesitate, trying not to roll my eyes too hard. “Not really. But, I’ve seen guys teleport so I’m kind of hard to impress.” “Tough crowd.

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

A normal life. Such a simple idea, but it's almost impossible for me to picture.

Marina, as of the sea. You stick with Hector Ricardo. I'll take care of you;its in my name

We don't have to be defined by the things that we did or didn't do in our past- Four