Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.

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

They're betting on how long I'll live!" I burst out. "They're not my friends!" "Well, try and pretend!" snaps Effie. Then she composes herself and beams at me. "See, like this. I'm smiling at you even though you're aggravating me.

He never lets go of Annie's hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to.

"I don't know how to say it exactly. Only... I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?" he asks. I shake my head. How could he die as anyone but himself. "I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not."

Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back.

If you had hope, maybe you could find a way to make things change,. Because if you thought about it, there were so many reasons to try.