Resisting Is Worth Doing.

I Close My Eyes. I Don't Expect Four To Reassure Me, And He Makes No Effort To, But I Feel Better Standing Here Than I Did Out There Among The People Who Are My Friends, My Faction.

It Was Him Or Me. I Chose Me. But I Feel Dead Too.

Who Cares About Everyone? What About Me?

Human Reason Can Excuse Any Evil.

Since I Was Young, I Have Always Known This: Life Damages Us, Every One. We Can’t Escape That Damage. But Now, I Am Also Learning This: We Can Be Mended. We Mend Each Other.