Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children’s lives to settle its differences.

If he wants me broken, then I will have to be whole.

Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness...except possibly when it comes to you.

That's when I hear the scream. So full of fear and pain it ices my blood. And so familiar. I drop the spile, forget where I am or what lies ahead, only know I must reach her, protect her. I run wildly in the direction of the voice, heedless of danger, ripping through vines and branches, through anything that keeps me from reaching her. From reaching my little sister.

So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She stood you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, every bird outside the windows fell silent...and right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner.

I vote yes....for Prim.

While I was waiting...I ate your lunch.