My skepticism is strong, but my curiosity is stronger.

You don’t believe things because they make your life better, you believe them because they’re true.

You won," Four mutters. "Stop." I wipe the sweat from my forehead. He stares at me. His eyes are too wide; they look alarmed.

For someone so small, you're heavy, Stiff," he mutters.

Did you just call me BEATRICE?

The Candor sing the praises of the truth, but they never tell you how much it costs.

I cross my arms. "It was a two minute conversation." "I don't think a smaller time frame makes it less unwise." He furrows his eyebrows and touches the corner of my bruised eye with his fingertips. My head jerks back, but he doesn't take his hand away. Instead he sighs. "You know, if you could just learn to attack first, you might do better." "Attack first?" I say. "How will that help?" "You're fast. If you can get a few good hits in before they know what's going on, you could win." He shrugs, and his hand falls.