War,' she says. 'A very long, fast, and dangerous game. You keep your eyes on the number and on your opponent, never breaking the steady rhythm of your motions. But most of all, you strive to win as though you don’t know how to lose.

The flowers, too. I want to stop and collect some, but Evora says they’re just weeds. Still, I can’t bring myself to understand. What does it matter if they’re weeds? They’re pretty all the same. In fact, I’d call them special compared to flowers. Weeds are stronger. They dominate. They grow everywhere, and some are just as pretty as any flower, but people still toss them aside because of what they are. It’s the title that does it, I think.

Sometimes you just need to go somewhere, if you know what I mean. I need to get a hold of my life, for at least a few seconds.

Was it destined to be like this? Did the people who hurt me know what they were creating? Surely they must’ve, having tortured me so. They wanted a subject, and I gave it to them.Good luck getting past the demon.