I Want To Cry Because Something Terrible

"welcome To The Amity Compound," Johanna's Eyes Fix On My Face, And She Smiles Crookedly. "let Us Take Care Of You."

I Can't Tell Him I Need Him. I Can't Need Him, Period -- Or Really, We Can't Need Each Other, Because Who Knows How Long Either Of Us Will Last In This War?

It's Like He Knows, He Knows I Have A Thing For Her.

You're Too Important To Just... Die.

Do It Fast, You Pansycake.