Knowing When To Fight Is Just As

Why Should I Live My Whole Life Where I Don't Want To Be. [it's A Good Point - Pretty Hard To Argue With That Sort Of Logic Really Isn't It!

Richard Thought A Moment. "i Don't Know, But We Have To Get Across The Pass. We're Too Tired To Have To Spend Tonight Fighting Shadows Again. We Must Get To The Midlands Before Dark. And This Time, I Promise I Won't Let Go Of Your Hand." Kahlan Smiled And Squeezed His Hand. I Won't Let Go Of Yours Either.

The Light Of A New Day Always Chases The Shadows Of The Night Away, And Shows Us That The Shape Of Our Fears Is Only The Ghost Of Our Own Minds.

His Face Set In Grim Determination, Richard Slogged Ahead, His Fingers Reaching Up To Touch The Tooth Under His Shirt. Loneliness, Deeper Than He Had Never Known, Sagged His Shoulders. All His Friends Were Lost To Him. He Knew Now That His Life Was Not His Own. It Belonged To His Duty, To His Task. He Was The Seeker. Nothing More. Nothing Less. Not His Own Man, But A Pawn To Be Used By Others. A Tool, Same As His Sword, To Help Others, That They Might Have The Life He Had Only Glimpsed For A Twinkling. He Was No Different From The Dark Things In The Boundary. A Bringer Of Death.

I Hate Telling That Story To People Who've Been Struggling For Years.