I looked at him and he looked at me. A moment. A choice. My choice. His choice.

They'd branded me like some kind of animal. Lower than an animal. A number.

I do not know what I can do for this world but I will not let any harm come to you

I like to imagine there were more of us in the beginning. Not many, I suppose. But more than there are now.

I looked at him and he looked at me. A moment. A choice. My choice. His choice.

I'm often daydreaming and it's because I've always liked the idea of there being something more than the normal world.

I was not a rebellious teenager. I was a sit-in-your-room teenager.