You may be your own best helper, if you choose the right path.

How can he do this? If you were mine, I would fight to keep you. I would die, before I let you go.

And as I watched him, I knew that in every dark night there was, somewhere, a small light burning that could never be quenched.

Even in that time of utter darkness, somewhere deep inside me the memory of love and goodness had stayed alive.

She went on because there was no going back.

I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. - Somerled.

For indeed you have a choice. You can flee and hide, and wait to be found. You can live out your days in terror, without meaning. Or you can take the harder choice, and you can save them.