The more you can distract yourself, the better.

It's weird, how much he's noticed me... And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either.

Here began countless days of hunting and snaring, fishing and gathering, roaming together through the woods, unloading our thoughts while we filled our game bags. This was the doorway to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.

Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.

I try to forgive her for my father's sake. But to be honest, I'm not the forgiving type.

Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.

You know what I miss? More than anything? Coffee. -- Plutarch Heavensbee