*he looks at you*
Boy:[i] You tell me what I should do? What I, who have survived everything, should do?... I think not.[/i]
*he smirks, then turns to me* 
Boy: [i] or you'll end up like her.[/i]
*he turns me to show you that I have a hole in my stomach that seems to be crawling with tiny insects. My face is pale and I seem to be barely standing.*