Warner is next seen by Juliette on Warner's bed. He thought that by showing her potential, he would prevent the harassment of his soldiers towards her. Later on, it is discovered that Warner was doing this for her. Juliette refuses to touch him, so Warner asks a soldier named Jenkins to touch Juliette instead, knowing full and well that this will end in the soldier's harm. She asks for Warner's first name, however instead of telling her, he bargains by asking her to touch him. After Warner referred to Juliette as 'love', she replied with a nasty comment to Warner, which causes Warner to get out his gun and blindly shoot a platter of food, seemingly to intimidate her.Īs he accompanies Juliette to her room, he explains that they do not need to be enemies and once again proposes that both of them could be unstoppable together. He comments on her clothes, but she continues to ignore and loathe him. He begins to threaten her but with no luck. Juliette declines his offer, which seemingly makes Warner displeased. He previously sent Adam to spy on Juliette to check if she was insane or actually capable of human interaction. Warner proposes that Adam should join his team in order to torture people for him. He used the resources he received as sector leader to try and find a cure for his mother. Warner took her last name, and asked to be the leader of Sector 45 in order to stay in close proximity to her. His mother, who was sick from her power, needed to be "stored" in a house away from the compounds. Many times, Anderson woke up to find his son trying to kill him in his sleep, but every time, Warner broke down and could not follow through with it. His father taught him how to shoot a gun when he was nine years old. He spent a large part of his life training. Throughout much of Warner's life his father taught him to be cold, unfeeling, and to bury his emotions. She gave it to him on his sixth birthday as a distraction while they hid from Anderson and told him a story of a man carving the jade ring off the color of Warner's eyes. It was a green ring that he now always wears on his pinkie. His first and only actual gift was from his mother. Anderson thought that giving him gifts would make Warner weak and dependent on others. Aside from the whippings, his father never allowed him to have birthday presents from anyone. His father abused him from a very young age, whipping him every year on his birthday as "gifts". And that uncertainty alone makes me certain that something wasn't right between us.Aaron Warner was born to Leila Warner and Paris Anderson. And right now, I can’t say I know what Adam would do if I were dying in front of him. Believing full well that I was in love with someone else, and that saving my life meant making me whole again only to give me back to another guy. And when he had the chance to stand back and watch me die, he didn’t. Warner told me he loved me, and in return I insulted him and lied to him and yelled at him and pushed him away. Because I was scared, and confused, and conflicted. I let him confess the depth of his feelings to me I let him touch me in ways even Adam hadn't. I’d just ripped his heart out I’d let him believe something would come of our relationship. He was angry and hurt and had every reason to be bitter. Tahereh Mafi Unravel Meīecause I was dying. I’m falling apart and into his heart and I’m a disaster. He’s breathing like he’s lost his mind andhe’s looking at me like something has brokeninside of him, like he’s woken up to find that his nightmares were just that, that they never existed, that it was all just a bad dream that felt far too real but now he’s awake and he’s safe and everything is going to be okay and I’m falling. I've just begun reeling him in, pulling him into me when he breaks away. The taste of him is making me crazy he’s all heat and desire and peppermint and I want more. “Oh God-” He kisses me again, this time stronger, desperate, like he has to have me, like he’s dying to memorize the feel of my lips against his own. His lips are softer than anything I've ever known, soft like a first snowfall, like biting into cotton candy, like melting and floating and being weightless in water. I can’t feel my fingers or the cold or the emptiness of this room because all I feel is him, everywhere,filling everything and he whispers “Please.” He says “Please don’t shoot me for this.” And he kisses me. Breathing and not breathing and hearts beating between us and he’s so close, he’s so close and I can’t feel my legs anymore.
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