Do it fast, you pansycake.

We believe in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves.

We've all started to put down the virtues of the other factions in the process of bolstering our own. I don't want to do that. I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest." He clears his throat. "I continually struggle with kindness.

That our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel.

Well, technology is supposed to make life better," she says. "No matter what you believe, there's a technology out there for you.

Then Drew shuffles into the dining hall. I drop my toast, and my mouth drifts open. Calling him “bruised” would be an understatement. His face is swollen and purple. He has a split lip and a cut running through his eyebrow. He keeps his eyes down on the way to his table, not even lifting them to look at me. I glance across the room at Four. He wears the satisfied smile I wish I had on.

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