Seven smirked as he walked back over to me. "I gave you catharsis last night. Twice.

And if there is one last thing I would have you know before we reach these final pages, it's that sometimes, no matter how hard we try, no matter how hard we want it to be so, sometimes there is no such a thing as happy ending. This is my ending. This is how i burn.

Billy leaned forward. 'What's he like?' he whispered conspiratorially. 'Who?' Tock asked, looking confused. 'Felix. The Split One. I heard he came in this afternoon shooting fire and wind from his hands and told the Council to shove it.' 'Uh, not quite,' Tick said. 'He kind of waved to everyone and went upstairs.'

'I'll sit on him,' Otis says and laughs like it's the funniest thing in the world. He twirls a small ball of fire in one hand and a Desert Eagle .50 Caliber in the other. If Seven didn't know him, he'd probably be running away as fast as he could. It's a big gun.