I think you're still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.

Humans can't tolerate emptiness for long.

Blood is a strange color. It's darker than you expect it to be.

I watch her blond head until it disappears around the bend, and I feel bare, like there's nothing left to protect me against pain. Her absence stings worst of all.

People are supossed to aspire to become their fathers, not shudder at the thought.

Even though I am still injured, I had to fight again today.Luckily this time,I was paired against Myra,who couldn't throw a good punch if someone was controlling her arm for her.

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.