Two things you should know about me; The first is that I am deeply suspicious of people in general. It is my nature to expect the worst of them. And the second is that I am unexpectedly good with computers.

I'll say it one last time: Be brave.

Don't confuse your grief with guilt.

Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.

It is amazing how pretending to be in a different faction changes everything -- even the way I walk. That must be why it's so strange that I could easily belong in three of them.

I decide to do what I always do when I'm not sure what's going on: I act like everyone else.

We both have war inside us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.