Living out here, I have found that many creatures would prefer not to fight. But if your first instinct is to reach for your sword, you will never discover that.

Don't let him take you from me.

You're punishing him over and over for things that are out of his control.

I never see these things coming. They happen too fast. One second you're proposing an escape plan and the next...

Do you really know what's going on And if you don't... find out

I'm running on hate. When the energy from that ebbs I'll be worthless.

The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.