Here's Some Advice. Stay Alive.

I Killed You. And You. And You.

I Don't Know How To Make People Like Me. Cinna, How Do You Make People Like You?

It'd Be Better If He Were Easier To Hate.

To Be Honest, I'm Not Much Of A Drinker. It Makes Me Sick, And I Hate That.

It's Meant To Be Pretty," Whispers Octavia, And I Can See The Tears Threatening To Spill Over Her Lashes. Posy Considers This And Says Matter-of-factly, "i Think You'd Be Pretty In Any Color." The Tiniest Of Smiles Forms On Octavia's Lips. "thank You.