Bad dreams are ghosts of our fears and worries, haunting us while we sleep. I doubt Valek is in trouble.

Trust, Kiki said, Trust is peppermints.

Maximum damage. It was the beginning of the end. Either we would fail or not. At least we could say we tried.

In the end, only Leif believed that you were still alive. He thought you might be hiding somewhere, playing a game. As the rest of us grieved, Leif searched the jungle for you day after day.” “When did he finally stop?” I asked. “Yesterday.

It's the effort, not the results that matter.

You asked how I can be so calm. I don't have time not to be. I would like to grieve and worry and carry on, but that doesn't achieve results.

You’re better off fighting hand to hand than wielding a weapon you don’t know how to use. A skilled opponent would simply disarm you. Then your troubles would be doubled. Not only would you be under attack, but you’d have to counter your own weapon