I was already dead when I met Knox. Okay, so not literally dead. I was still alive enough to go to school and eat and breath and do crap like that, but I didn’t feel alive. I don’t know why I’m talking like anything’s changed...I am still dead, really. Even when I’m playing football, because if anything should make a blue-blooded American boy feel alive, it’s football, right? Only, I don’t even like football. I actually hate it. But I still go to practice every day and throw my body around a