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.

This is a long goodbye, yet not time enough. I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.

Only - only that, if you believe the tales, it's in the nature of our people to go to war and to kill, just as it is to sing and play and tell stories. Perhaps they are two halves of the same whole.

I wish- I wish I could dry these tears, I wish I could make this better for you. But I don't know how.

Breath of the winds; dancing flame; peace of the earth; song of the waves.

In all experience, there is something to be learned. In deepest sorrow, wisdom is found. In the well of despair, hope rises.

As for religious faith, a lack of it shouldn't stop us from doing good deeds for their own sake.