Everything I Am Familiar With Is Gone.

I Feel So Out Of Place Here. No Matter How Much Money The Republic Throws At Me, I Will Forever Be The Boy From The Streets.

Day, The Champion Of The People, The One Who Can't Bear To See Those Around Him Suffer On His Behalf, Who Would Gladly Give His Life For Those He Loves.

I Have To Force A Smile Off My Face As I Sit Limply In My Seat... Then, Just As I'm Congratulating Myself For Such A Stellar Plan.

He Loves So Wholly. It Is His Nature. He Blinks, Then Tries To Find The Right Response. "i-" He Stumbles. "i'm So Afraid, June. So Afraid Of What Might Happen To-" I Put Two Fingers Against His Lips To Hush Him. "fear Makes You Stronger," I Whisper. Before I Can Stop Myself, I Put My Hands On His Face And Press My Mouth To His.

I'm So Tired. I Don't Know If I Can Ever Outrun How I Used To Be.