I Hope,” He Replies Softly, “to Get

I Feel So Out Of Place Here. No Matter How Much Money The Republic Throws At Me, I Will Forever Be The Boy From The Streets.

I'm Telling You That You Got Your Facts Wrong. I Didn't Kill Your Brother. But You Killed My Mother. You Might As Well Have Held The Gun To Her Head!

Each Day Means A New Twenty-four Hours. Each Day Means Everything's Possible Again. You Live In The Moment, You Die In The Moment, You Take It All One Day At A Time. -day

I Take A Step Toward Him And Grin Cheerfully. "with All Due Respect, I Don't See The Republic Tacking Up Wanted Posters With Your Pretty Face On Them.

Absolute Power Is Absolute Power, No Matter What It's Called.