I hate him. Emo boy, hearse-driving Eli Goldsworthy. He pushes all the wrong buttons in my mind, always getting me on my edge. I used to believe he was an easy target…now I know better. He's clever, and cunning, and a bit unhinged. He could have ended the war when he gave me the fake ID, but of course there was something else. There is always something else with him. He parades around, a smirk on his face, flanked by she-male Adam and angelic Clare, like there's nothing wrong with him. He's a freak, he's a messed up freak. What gives him the right to think he's better than me? Too bad that I figured out his game before he could realize that I knew. The knife. The lockdown. Everything then was to scare him, to keep him at bay and afraid of me. He wanted to keep me scared? Then I'd keep him scared. I don't actually want to kill him. But if he's going to mess with my mind, then I'll mess with his life. I hate him.