What do I believe? I do not know; I do not know; I do not know.

He should be the one to die, part of me thinks. I don't want to lose him, another part argues. I don't know which part to believe.

I can't force you. I can't make you want to survive this." He pulls me against him and runs his hand over my hair, tucking it behind my ear. His fingers trail down my neck and over my shoulder, and he says, "But you will do it. It doesn't matter if you believe you can or not. You will, because that's who you are.

That's what love does. When it's right, it makes you more than you were, more than you thought you could be.

I smirk as Peter misses again. I can't help myself. "Hey, Peter," I say, " Remember what a target is?

No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.

I would be shocked by the lack of security if we were not at Amity headquarters. They often straddle the line between trust and stupidity.