"So once this is all over, I should be good to go? I won't be able to die?" I asked. "When you're twenty-one, if the books are correct. We'll both be immortal." “And what’s the catch?” I asked, tugging on my septum piercing. There was always a catch. “Okay, so one thing. One small thing…” He put one finger up. “You’ll have this little… urge.” “Urge?” I scoffed. “To what?” “Kill.” “What?” “It’s nothing, really." He quickly moved on to explain things in more detail.
