When Something Is Important To You, You

Who Was That?” I Whispered, As If The Walls Could Hear Me. They Were Lined With Pictures, A Few Of Which I Recognized As Being Painted By Master Painters. “rhys.” “yeah, I Know But… Is He My Brother?” I Asked. I Had Already Decided That He Was Foxy, So I Really Hoped That He Wasn‟t.

How Did I Look At You? I Asked Thickly. Like You Had To, Like I Was A Magnet You Were Pulled To. There Was No Choice, He Said. And When You Look At Jack, It's Because When He's Around, Why Would You Want To Look At Anything Else? You Love Him The Way You Could Never Love Me.

I’m Not A Bloody Cockroach. What’s All This About? What Are You Trying To Find Out?

I Only Saw Fire And Chandeliers And Smoke. No People. Not The Room. Not Even A Time Frame. Do You Know How Many Chandeliers There Are In The South Wing Alone? What Was I Supposed To Do? Tell Everyone To Avoid Chandeliers Forever?

It Smelled Pretty Rank, But I Was Getting Used To The Smell Of Death, As Much As Anyone Could Get Used To It.