There are rules for hiding in plain sight. The first rule, or at least the one that Sandor repeats most often, is “Don’t be stupid.” I’m about to break that rule by taking off my pants.

My breathing is controlled, but all the fear and anger within me. Fear is too simple a word. Terror. That's what I feel.

The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings.

Best way to deal with fear is to confront it.

Images flicker, each one bringing its own sorrow or its own smile. Sometimes both. At the very worst, an impenetrable and sightless black and at best, a happiness so bright that it hurts the eyes to see, coming and going on some unseen projector perpetually turned by an invisible hand. One, then another. The hollow click of the shutter. Now stop. Freeze this frame. Pluck it down and hold it close and be damned by what you see. Henri always said: the price of a memory is the memory if the sorrow it brings.

That's another one of Sandor's rules for hiding in plain sight: always appear to be weaker than I actually am. Never push it.

You will be known as the One who protected the Eight.” - Hilde to One