But I will find new habits, new thoughts, new rules. I will become something else.

We can’t survive alone, but even if we could, we wouldn't want to.

But there's so much that was a lie, it's hard to figure out what was true, what was real, what matters.

They all laugh. We all laugh. And it occurs to me that I might be meeting Tobias's true faction. They are not characterized by a particular virtue. They claim all colors, all activities, all virtues, and all flaws as their own.

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.

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

No factions? A world in which no one knows who they are or where they fit? I can't even fathom it. I imagine only chaos and isolation.