Seasons of the Storm

It's hard to want to kill someone once they've saved your life

She lifts her hands to his face, her knuckles blistered and raw, as if she battled the world to get to him

He pulls her against his chest. "I'm sorry you didn't have the chance to say goodbye to your mom." Her eyes shine with tears. "That wasn't the goodbye I regretted most

Julio rubs his eyes and watches the place where she disappeared down the sidewalk thirty-two minutes ago, as if by the sheer will of his longing, he can somehow bring her back

But the truth is, sometimes help doesn't come in time, and we have to find the strength to face what lies ahead on our own

I look at Fleur. At Julio and Amber. And in them- in us- I see possibilities I haven't let myself see before. Together, we are the storm.

And every minute that goes by and Amber's not here, my heart breaks for him.

It takes more courage to love than to fight.

And that," she says, leveling her cigarette at the cove, "was the most ridiculous tantrum ever

Julio may have been the one to dematerialize on that jail cell surveillance video, but Amber was the one left behind. And that hurts, too

I could join you. In your tent. If you want me to. Strictly for medicinal purposes

Have you noticed any changes since you and Julio hooked up in the elevator?

No." I rake my hands through my hair, kicking at eth sand. "I am not starting a homeless shelter for lost Seasons. I'm not taking responsibility for that.

Crazy, huh? How the people we hurt-the ones we love the most-can be the hardest to face" - Amber

It takes more courage to love than to fight.” “Did Woody teach you that?” “No. You did.

What we are is nature! We are forces that should never be tamed

Fleur doesn't fear death the way most Seasons do. She does not fear her own pain as much as she fears teh suffering of those she loves

Can we please get into the fucking car?

Julio sets his guitar in the man's lap, wrapping the strap around the man's shoulder... I fight the urge to pluck it out of his hands. To tell Julio we'll all take turns carrying it. It's hard to watch him walk away from the one thing he refused to part with.

Plan?" I choke out a laugh. "What plan? There is no plan." My only plan was to run. To hide.

We're here, the four of us, together and alive, and the clouds above us part, making way for a sliver of sunlight

Fleur: Maybe we’re not supposed to hunt each other. Maybe we’re just supposed to find each other. To make a space for each other and give each other room to be strong. To hold on to each other when we’re not, protect each other, and ride out the occasional storm.

Fleur: If we’re going to be together, it should be because we want to be, not because we’re afraid we’re falling apart.

The magic Springs possess is unique - it requires empathy to place oneself inside the limbs of another living thing, to feel its pain and its strength enough to move it. To bend it. The balance of power and empathy is extraordinarily difficult to master. Gaia always knew Fleur’s magic was exceptionally strong, and because she would hesitate to wield that power at the expense of another, Chronos would have few opportunities to see it. He did not recognise the power she held in check before, and he will not be looking for it now. Fleur did not fall below the red line because she was weak, Jack. Fleur does not fear death the way most Seasons do. She does not fear her own pain as much as she fears the suffering of those she loves.

Why the hell did you come, then? To be free? To go home? If you’re only in this for yourselves, what’s the fucking point?

The truth is, sometimes he’ll doesn’t come in time, and we have to find the strength to face what lies ahead on our own. What have to trust in our own choices.

We can check the police station back in Phoenix," Chill suggests. "See if he's in custody." Marie rolls her eyes, dragging a cigarette from behind her ear. "Give Julio a little credit, will you?

I assure you, there is nothing weak about hte hearts of mortal men. Or children

Doug falls silent, his chest heaving as he looks down at the wet ashes stuck to his hands. Then, with a sharp jerk of his head, his fury finds me

You presented them with the choice to walk away, join you, or die. That's one more choice than Chronos had ever given them.