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"I think a pack is a very good idea. Our own group. None of those who have teams that I have met offered that they were accepting members, even if they told me it was a good idea to be on one. As good as point out a house is burning and offer no water. If none will have us, then a new one be made."

"I'm not ashamed to admit I am afraid. I do not want to die yet- there's too much to learn and discover, and I haven't accomplished nearly half of what I want to. I haven't reached my potential. I don't want to lose that."

"We won't lose. Battles yes, but not the war. We're getting stronger, slowly. Wiser. Many hands makes a lighter load. You and me, and we can find others. We can be a team."

"And I assure you, the Gardens will bury the fallen Unjust. Flowers, Trees, Shrub and Fruit wick the poison from the Earth and purify their buried bones. The very arms of of the Earth- its plants, grow to my call. Someday, I will see them drink blood as water."

"Good, Ruthie. If you feel safe with me, then call on me when you have need. Times like this."

"If you call me, then I will be there." He stroked his fingers into her hair, then shifted the weird-weaved, off-white hospital blankets around to hopefully be more nestable or cuddly. He could ask the nurses for one from the warmer, maybe, once she was lightly sleeping again.

"Rest up, Ruthie. You're safe here."