I wonder if this is how is is with all evil men, that to someone, they look just like good men, talk like good men, are just as likable as good men.

People, even genetically damaged people, make choices. That’s what matters.’

He stares at me, and I don't look away. He isn't a dog, but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive. Looking him in the eye is a challenge. It's my choice.

To live factionless Is not just to live in poverty and discomfort; it is to live divorced from society, separated from the most important thing in life: community. My mother once told me that we can’t survive alone,but even if we could, we wouldn’t want to. Without a faction, we have no purpose and no reason to live.

Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other.

Please. They're like the Cult of Four.

We are not the same. But we are, somehow, one.