`` are you still insisting that you wo n't let me leave ? '' `` to give you a taste of your past . it 's on the tip of my tongue to say yes . tiny points , sharp and thin popped out from its sides as it grabbed hold of me lifting me off the ground in the matter of seconds . about that the hack poets are right . and the notes at the top of each chosen commander proved as much . `` you 're loving this , are n't you ? '' 