I can’t answer either question. But the look she gives me reminds me of the look in the attack dog’s eyes in the aptitude test – a vicious, predatory stare. She wants to rip me to pieces. I can’t lie down in submission now. I have become an attack dog too.

I think it's a human tendency that's been around for a while to try to be as good as possible to prove your worth.

You chose us. Now we have to choose you.

Morning," I say. "Shh," she says. "If you don't acknowledge it, maybe it will go away.

In order to have peace, we must first have trust.

He is not sweet or gentle or particularly kind. But he is smart and brave, and even though he saved me, he treated me like I was strong. That is all I need to know.

I came here so that no one else would die. I came here to protect as many people as I could. And I care more about Tobias's safety than anyone else's. So why am I here, if he's here? What's the point?