I ignore my fear. When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist.

I’m not anyone,” he says. “I’m nobody. That’s what being factionless is.

That execution will take place here." She runs her fingertips over the table beneath her. "On this table. I thought it would be interesting to show you." "I knew what would happen when I came here," I say. "It's just a table. And I'd like to go back to my room now.

I take a deep breath. I'm not sure where that swell of desperation came from, but know that I've acknowledge it, it's impossible to ignore, like a living thing has awakened from a long sleep inside me. It writhes in my stomach and throat. I need to leave. I need the truth.

How can you fail a test you aren't allowed to prepare for?

I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.

Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.