Because I'm selfish. I'm a coward. I'm the kind of girl who, when she might actually be of use, would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn't follow to suffer and die.

It's more complicated than that. I know them. They're not evil or cruel. They're not even smart. Hurting them, it's like hurting children.

She's really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail.

Maybe I'd think that, too, Caesar," says Petta bitterly, "if it weren't for the baby." There. He's done it again.

My guess is that fearful events are the hardest to root out. They're the ones we naturally remember the best, after all.

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

You've got to go through it to get to the end of it.