Renesmee: É claro que eu sei!
Renesmee: Eles jogam xadrez!
Emmett: Vish… Agora isso vai pegar fogo.
Edward: COMO ASSIM RENESMEE?
Rosalie: Quem te falou sobre isso?
"every morning, when those doors open, the runners look for a way out"
It knows I’m done, he thought. After all that effort, here he was, surrounded by Grievers. It was over. Not even a week of salvageable memory, and his life was over.
"Is saying no to being bitten something you have to tell fans? Do they ask?" (x)