In the saddle again, Fire mulled over the commander's trust, prodding it around, like a candy in her mouth, trying to decide whether she believed it.

Dear Brigan, she thought to herself. People want incongruous, impossible things. Horses do, too.

I wanted you to go away, because it hurts to be with you when I can't see you." - Po

Please, Katsa," he finally said. "At least talk to me". She swung around to face him. "What it there to talk about? You know how I feel, and what I think about it." "And what I feel? Doesn't it matter?

Katsa sat in the darkness of the Sunderan forest and understood three truths. She loved Po. She wanted Po. And she could never be anyone's but her own.

She cried like a person whose heart is broken and wondered how, when two people loved each other, there could be such a broken heart.

You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," she snapped back.