I'll come back to you," I say, "If it's the last thing I do, I'll come back to you.

I am her tribute. Survival is my gift to her.

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

I fell in love with painting. Painting allows me to see things as I want to and not necessarily as they are, it's an escape, a way to preserve thoughts and memories, a way to create hopes and dreams. - Marina

So I'm guessing you're Seven and Ten; What can you do?" I say as I find our rifles in the sand and hand each of them a gun. "You can call me Marina," the girl with the brown hair says. "And I can breathe under water and see in the dark and heal the sick and wounded. And I have telekinesis." Call me Ella, I hear ten say in my head. Aside from my telepathy, I can change ages. "Awesome. I'm four, that nut job with the long black hair is nine and the beast is my chimaera, Bernie Kosar.

That's another one of Sandor's rules for hiding in plain sight: always appear to be weaker than I actually am. Never push it.

You will be known as the One who protected the Eight.” - Hilde to One