He was still alive. Which was the worst thing that could have happened.

"No," he says, taking us both in. "No, no, no. You've come farther than most people on this planet will in their lifetimes. You've overcome obstacles and dangers and things that should've killed you. You've outrun an army and a madman and deadly illness and seen things most people will never see. How do you think you could have possibly come this far if you didn't have hope?"

And I look at her sitting there and she looks across the river and we wait as the dawn fully arrives, each of us knowing. Each of us knowing the other.

And if one day,' she said, really crying now, 'you look back and you feel bad for being so angry, if you feel bad for being so angry at me that you couldn't even speak to me, then you have to know, Conor, you have to that is was okay. It was okay. That I knew. I know, okay? I know everything you need to tell me without you having to say it out loud.

Everything that's happened has brought me here, to this place, with this knife in my hand, and something worth saving.

As destruction goes, the monster said behind him, this is all remarkably pitiful.

We don't say nothing more. What else is there to say? Everything and nothing. You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.