I've become a Guard. I'm moving my things (what few things I have) to section three ( Read more... )

I have just one question.

If one thing that we are meant to be doing while we are here is to start new lives, to make new stories, then why is it so easy for us to die?

Asking questions leads to trouble, so why ask them at all?

What can I do? That mysterious writing... That was blood!

I need a weapon. Now is not the time to be unarmed.