The harder survival becomes, the more you want to pull together. And the more you want to pull together, the harder survival becomes.

And no answer when we sent our message. Something like, "Hello, welcome to Earth. Hope you enjoy your stay. Please don't kill us.

We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.

When I cry - when I let myself cry - that's who I cry for. I don't cry for myself. I cry for the Cassie that's gone. And I wonder what that Cassie would think of me. The Cassie who kills.

What doesn't kill us sharpens us. Hardens us. Schools us. You're beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us. We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.

Because we will die, but at least we will die unbroken.

There are things that are too terrible to remember, and there are things that are almost too wonderful to recall.