There Are No Safe Rooms, No Safe

By The Time We Leave, I Have Red Lips And Curled Eyelashes, And I’m Wearing A Bright Red Dress. And There’s A Knife Strapped To The Inside Of My Knee. This All Makes Perfect Sense.

You're Too Important To Just... Die.

I Pout My Lower Lip For A Second, But Then I Grin As The Pieces Come Together In My Mind. "that's Why You Like Me!" I Exclaim. "because You're Not Very Nice Either! It Makes So Much More Sense Now.

In Order To Have Peace, We Must First Have Trust.

I'm Going To Stop A Revolution,'' I Say. I Turn Right, And Peter Follows Me.