Do you know him well?" I ask.I am too curious; I always have been. "Everyone knows Four," she says. "We were initiates together.I was bad at fighting,so he taught me every night after everyone was asleep." She scratches the back of her neck, her expression suddenly serious. "Nice of him." She gets up and stands behind the members sitting in the doorway. In a second, her serious expression is gone,but I still feel rattled by what she said, half confused by the idea of Four being "nice" and half wanting to punch her for no apparent reason.

Those who seek peace above all else, they say, will always deceive to keep the water calm.

He looks like a man who has spent most of his life frowning.

Nothing else is alright. But we are. -Tobias

One choice can transform you. One choice can destroy you. Once choice will define you.

Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up

Or maybe we'll make a home somewhere inside ourselves, to carry with us wherever we go- which is the way I carry my mother now.