Fawkes

They had something worth dying for. Ah, but you have something they don't. And what's that? Something worth living for.

Take a breath, Thomas. There has always been fear. There will always be fear. It's up to us to stand tall, even when the fear demands we bow to it.

Have you no honor to stand for your beliefs?” “Standing for my beliefs isn’t always the same as standing for truth.

She was fire and life. She was awe and starlight.

But perhaps bravery meant entering into a storm you already knew would destroy you.

You can't judge an entire group of people by the actions of a few.

How many of us acted and spoke out and fought for beliefs that we held because our environment told us to? As much as I wanted to blame my England, I knew the blame sat with me. I hadn't trained myself to discern. To examine. To seek the source.

We need to fight for truth. Your beliefs can be misguided.

But a man can be both soft and strong, maintaining a hope for the world.

With his mask and my sword, we could subdue even the shadows.

My culture had affected my thinking without my consent. How many other things had it shaped without my knowing it? It made me want to examine things - to seek the heart of matters. Of skin color, of Keepers, of Igniters, of White Light, of all my assumptions. How many of us acted and spoke out and fought for beliefs that we held because our environment told us to? As much as I wanted to blame my England, I knew the blame sat with me. I hadn't trained myself to discern. To examine. To seek the source. That was about to change.

I’d handed over my pride, my cowardice, and my relationships. In return, I found life.

Remember, Remember, the fifth of November, the Gunpowder treason and plot; I know of no reason why the Gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot! Guy Fawkes, Guys Fawkes, 'twas his intent To blow up the King and Parliament; Threescore barrels of powder below, Poor old England to overthrow. By God's providence he was catch'd, With a dark lantern and burning match.

You’ve had one moment of clarity and now you think you have all the answers.” She gave a grim smile. “Take a breath, Thomas. There has always been fear. There will always be fear. It’s up to us to stand tall, even when the fear demands we bow down to it.

I might have had the stone eye, but you are the blind one.

I'd been a coward once already that day. No longer

You sound like a woman." I swept into a bow, the sword point pricking my sternum. "Why, thank you.

My train of thought felt rebellious, but also... organic. Cleansing. Like that was what men were supposed to do. Be seekers of the answers and the truth. To be above the influence and opinions of the outspoken.

A coward I might be, but at least I was a free one.

Sorry about the rain. This is your doing? I'm doing everything I can to change Catesby's mind. The mare plodded along. I looked to the skies. maybe add some hail.

There has always been fear. There will always be fear. It’s up to us to stand tall, even when the fear demands we bow to it.

I saved you for a reason.

Everyone deserves a chance to make right

She saw me and time seemed to stop. For one synchronized heartbeat I was all she saw. She was alive. She was safe... for now. Despite the dagger wound. She was so beautiful that my chest felt like it was the one the dagger in it.

blowing up three hundred Parliament members and the king of England wasn't restoration. It was death with no phoenix to rise out of it.

So why did I come for her? Why did I allow emotions to control me? Emotions were deceptive. They made men do foolish things

Are you certain you want to help me?" She popped an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to try and stop me? You have only a sword and I have only a mask. Together, we are a force to be reckoned with." She sounded like she wanted this. This danger and adventure. I couldn't deny her that.

All madness would break free over the next several days. I wasn't ready. But perhaps bravery meant entering into a storm you already knew would destroy you.