permanent burns from the box line my arm , and i see the poison cylinder glowing faintly blue through my medium-well-done skin and i shout , `` hey guy , i 'm gon na die . we dont need seventeen more mouths to feed . `` i 'd never think of doing that to you , missy . i cant say im not nervous , but i think its gon na be great . the dark blue lens was pointed directly at nine . she rose , nodding as if those were the most important words i 'd ever said . 