Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine, but I don't even know what your favorite color is?

So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask. Prim sounds about a thousand years old when she speaks. "Whatever it takes to break you.

But just the fact that he was sparkling leads me to doubt everything that happened.

They're a little strange, but I'm pretty sure neither of them is going to try to make me uncomfortable by stripping naked.

But the words are easy and soothing, promising tomorrow will be more hopeful than this awful piece o time we call today.

Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.

Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.