And it was this image that was stamped on the hearts and minds of all who were present that day. Of Froi of the Exiles holding the future of Lumatere in his hands.

You can't think for other people. Nor can you feel for them or be them. They have to do that for themselves.

When one is silent, those around speak even more.

And when you'd finished running you'd be thousands of miles away from people who love you and your problem would still be there except you'd have nobody to help you.

This is war," he say quietly. "Well thank God you're dressed for it, Griggs.

you grab at any sign of hope. You grab it with both hands and breathe life into it, day after day. You do anything to keep it alive.

Everyone had told him to be strong for her, but Finnikin didn't know how to be strong for himself.