"I'll tell you what, kid, next time I get hurt, no matter how minor or major it might be, I'll let you practice. How's that sound?" he asks. If Five knows one thing, it's how important practice can be when trying to learn to control a superhuman ability. At least Prim's is clearly meant to help people. He can't help thinking that the ones he and his siblings have were all meant to hurt people if anything.

And isn't that the truth? Sometimes, Five forgets how young Prim really is because her soul is a lot older. She's like him, if he wasn't so goddamn cynical and angry all the time, actually. It's like looking into a mirror might feel if he hadn't had such a shitty life or if he had a fraction of Prim's enthusiasm.

Number Five shakes his head and takes another bite of food, talking through it with a hand covering his mouth. "Just Dolores, but I'm pretty sure she doesn't count," he says wryly. Then, because Prim doesn't know the whole story, he supplies, "she was a mannequin. ...she was half of a mannequin."