Or you can stay frigid," says WIll, his green eyes glinting with mischief. "You know. If you want." Christina throws a roll at him. He catches it and bites it. "Don't be mean to her," she says. "Frigidity is in her nature. Sort of like being a know-it-all is in yours." "I am not frigid!" I exclaim. "Don't worry about it," says Will. It's endearing. Look you're all red.

My dear girl. I am his family. I am permanent. You are only temporary.

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.

Cruelty does not make a person dishonest, the same way bravery does not make a person kind.

You're not a coward just because you don't want to hurt people.

I should wonder what courage—which is the virtue they most value—has to do with a metal ring through your nostril.

But now I know how large the world is... Well. I suppose I have grown to large out of my faction. As a consequence.