He is beauty, inside and out.He is the silver lining in a world of darkness.He is my light.

But every now and then, when I steal a glance at the Girl, or feel her eyes on me, I helplessly drift back to thinking about her.

We can heal. Perhaps we can return to that same place we once stood, when we were both young and innocent.

I will hunt you down. I will scour the streets of Los Angeles for you. Search every street in the Republic if I have to. I will trick you and deceive you, lie, cheat and steal to find you, tempt you out of your hiding place, and chase you until you have nowhere else to run. I make you this promise: your life is mine.

I'm so sorry. I am so sorry for everything.

I'm not loyal enough to the Republic to stamp that loyalty right on my face. Leave that to June.

Jetzt aber schließe ich die Erinnerung an ihn sorgfältig weg, lege sie an einen Ort, an dem ich Kraft daraus schöpfen kann. (June)

I'm supposed to hate you for what you did, I think. But her eyes linger on me in a way that refuses to let me.

Her sadness makes her impossibly beautiful, like snow blanketing a barren landscape.