Humans Can't Tolerate Emptiness For Long.

Then Everyone Can Call You Six.” “four And Six,” I Say.

You Know, There's A Word For Big, Strong Men Who Attack Women, And It's Coward.

What Good Is A Prepared Body If You Have A Scattered Mind?

I See A Kind Of Thirst In Her Expression, The Same One I Saw When She Told Me About Her Brother In The Back Room Of The Tattoo Parlor. Before The Attack Simulation I Might Have Called It A Thirst For Justice, Or Even Revenge, But Now I Am Able To Identify It As A Thirst For Blood. And Even As It Frightens Me, I Understand It. Which Should Probably Frighten Me Even More.

His Eyes Search The Crowd Until They Find My Face. My Heartbeat Lives In My Throat; Lives In My Cheeks. "i Still Don't Understand," He Says Softly, "how She Knew That It Would Work.