It'll be okay." She didn't know if it would be okay or not. She somehow doubted it, but what else was there to say?

Mrs. Reed grabbed Kayla's wrist. "Good. You haven't gotten that damned tattoo. Whatever you do, don't let them make you get it.

We humans can never claim to do nothing, we breath, we pulse, we regenerate.

It'll be okay." She didn't know if it would be okay or not. She somehow doubted it, but what else was there to say?

No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.

Birds fascinated her. How did they do that, seeming to fly with one mind, each of them able to anticipate what the others would do?

You become the monster you fear the worst, so the monster won't overtake you.