I think of those little sullen-faced Year Sevens back in high school and here are these people who have such a great spirit and so little.

“He watched as Finnikin swung onto the horse, his sleeve stained with blood. Fro…”

“If there was one weapon he had against these savages, it was not acknowledging …”

“I never thought meeting you would be this boring. I thought we'd put our Italia…”

“This isn't romance. This isn't a declaration of love or affirmation of friendsh…”