Claire

“It was literally everything to me."
-Eight”
― Pittacus Lore

“Maybe it's a reminder from Henri that you're supposed to rake the lawn.”
― Pittacus Lore, The Fall of Five

“I KNOW HE’S GONE. I CAN STILL FEEL THE LINGERING pain from the new scar on my leg. I might never stop feeling that; it could be with me for the rest of my life.
I have to try.
I fall to my knees in the mud next to Eight’s body. The wound doesn’t even look so bad. There’s not as much blood as there was in New Mexico, and Eight lived through that. I should be able to heal this, right? It should work. It has to work. But this one is right on his heart, straight through. I press my hands across the puncture and will my Legacy to kick in. I did it before. I can do it again. I have to.
Nothing happens. I feel cold all over, but it’s not the iciness of my Legacy.
I wish I could lie down next to Eight here in the muck and just shut out everything that’s going on around me. I’m not even crying—it’s like the tears have gone out of me and I just feel hollow.”
― Pittacus Lore, The Fall of Five

“I used to be really into these when I was a kid,” Nine says. “Now I’m more into the real thing. You want to join us?”
Five raises an eyebrow. “The real thing? We’re going to go kill some soldiers in um—?” He squints at the open case for the video game. “World War Two. I guess my Earth history must be spotty because I thought that was all over.”
“We’re going to train,” Nine replies, unamused. “From what I heard about Arkansas, it sounds like your game could use some work.”
― Pittacus Lore, The Fall of Five