Stop being so… optimistic. It’s getting on my nerves.

The shadows didn't seem as dark as usual. Not with my personal sun along.

I’m glad I came. I didn’t think I would be. But it’s good to see you… one more time. Not as sad as I’d thought it would be.

Don't worry?! You sliced your hand open!

She sees things — things that might happen, things that are coming. But it’s very subjective. The future isn’t set in stone. Things change.

It is a strange world," I murmered, more to myself than to the native soul. "The strangest," he agreed.

I felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares, the one where you have to run, run till your lungs burst, but you can't make your body move fast enough... But this was no dream, and, unlike the nightmare, I wasn't running for my life: I was racing to save something infinitely more precious. My own life meant little to me today.