Peter would probably throw a party if I stopped breathing.' 'Well,' he says, 'I would only go if there was cake.

Four sits down on the edge of the carousel, leaning against a plastic horse's foot. His eyes lift to the sky, where there are no stars, only a round moon peking through a thin layer of clouds. The muscles in his arms are relaxed; his hand rests on the back of his neck. He looks almost comfortable, holding that gun to his shoulder. I close my eyes briefly. Why does he distract me so easily? I need to focus.

The fire, the fire. It rages within, a campfire and then an inferno, and my body is its fuel. I feel it racing through me, eating away at the weight. There is nothing that can kill me now; I am powerful and invincible and eternal.

In our factions, we find meaning, we find purpose, we find life.

I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.

Maybe there's more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.

Take a person’s memories, and you change who they are.