Some things you hear with your ears. Others, you hear with your heart.

We all bear scars,... Mine just happen to be more visible than most.

I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.

Everyone sounded the same when they died.

Some things you hear with your ears. Others, you hear with your heart.

We each survive in our own way.

I worry because I care. Gods help me, I know I shouldn't, but I do. So I will always tell you to be careful, because I will always care what happens.