If you are not trying to hold on to time, you are not so afraid of losing it.
They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love.
I'm more than just a piece in their Games.
What about you?" "Not a clue. I keep wishing I could bake a cake or something.
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?
A faint light burned in the pit revealing a furry creature hunched over a stone slab, fiddling with something. At first Gregor raised a warning hand. He thought it was a rat. Then the creature lifted his head and Gregor recognized what was left of his dad.