I'd Never Given Much Thought to how i would die-Though I'd had reason enough in the last few months-but even if i had I would not have imagined it like this.
I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me.
Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone i loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something.
I knew that if i'd never gone to forks, I wouldn't be facing death now. But, terrified as i was, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me.
