You Did Good Roza. Very Good. Now

Don't Be Sorry You Loved Him. That's Part Of You, Part You Have To Let Go.

You've Always Been My Equal, Roza.

Are You Crazy?" I Asked. He Gave Me The Same Wordless Look He Always Did When I Asked That Question.

It Wasn't The Kind Of Touch That Said, Hey, I've Got A Plan, So Hang In There Because We're Going To Get Out Of This. It Was More Like The Kind Of Touch That Simply Said, You Aren't Alone. It Was Really The Only Thing He Could Offer. And In That Moment, It Was Enough.

The Incident With Dawn Hadn't Been One Of My Finer Moments. I Honestly Hadn't Expected To Break Any Bones When I Shoved Her Into A Tree. Still, The Incident Had Given Me A Dangerous Reputation. The Story Had Gained Legendary Status, And I Liked To Imagine That It Was Still Being Told Around Campfires Late At Night. Judging By The Look On The Girl's Face, It Was.