I fear that I will do something to bring harm to those I love," Froi said. "So I follow their rules to ensure that I won't." "But what if you bring harm or fail to protect those you don't know? Or don't love? Will you care as much?" "Probably not." "Then choose another bond. One written by yourself. Because it is what you do for strangers that counts in the end.

And life goes on, which seems kind of strange and cruel when you're watching someone die.

Then I choose to drown. In hope. Rather than float into nothing.

If I want more, I need to go and get it, demand it, take hold of it with all my might, and do the best I can with it.

No," I say, looking up at Griggs. "It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else." And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.

In a kinder world," he whispered, "one I promise you I've seen, men and women flirt and dance and love with only the fear of what it would mean without the other in their lives.

A home to come back to every day of their lives. Where they would all belong or long to be. A place on the Jellicoe Road.