His eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat; lives in my cheeks. "I still don't understand," he says softly, "how she knew that it would work.
I've done without doing things, like sleeping and eating, but I need to write.
Part of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.
If you see someone in trouble, you should help them. Experiment or not.
In our factions, we find meaning, we find purpose, we find life.
Knowledge is power. Power to do evil...or power to do good. Power itself is not evil. So knowledge itself is not evil.