At First Eric Stares At Four In

Sometimes It Isn't Fighting That's Brave, Its Facing The Death You Know Is Coming.

Noise And Activity Are The Refuges Of The Bereaved And The Guilty.

The Shouts Of Triumph Become Infectious, And I Lift My Voice To Join In, Running Toward My Teammates. Christina Holds The Flag Up High, And Everyone Clusters Around Her, Grabbing Her Arm To Lift The Flag Even Higher. I Can't Reach Her, So I Stand Off To The Side, Grinning. A Hand Touches My Shoulder. "well Done," Four Says Quietly.

You Don’t Believe Things Because They Make Your Life Better, You Believe Them Because They’re True.

Faction Before Blood.