The Heart of What Was Lost

We survive. But when survival is the only goal, what do the survivors become? This

I pray that I lose my voice before my tongue ever shames me.

But at this moment, after all we’ve seen and done, I think it would be nice to watch things grow.

Excess of anything is hard to hide—joy, anger, sorrow. And when you reveal yourself, you reveal yourself to your enemies as well as your allies.

Listen. We have always had Sacrifices and they have always done their duty without question. But in the days and years ahead, we need something different. We need Builders

We call darkness our friend, but when the elders tell us stories of the Garden, they talk of the holy, unending light that was there. How did shadows become our only dwelling?

Wars don't end, he thought suddenly. They become stories, told to children. They become causes that are taken up by those who were not even born when the war started. But they don't end. We are a fierce race, we men. We will give up even our short, precious lives for revenge---no, for justice. No wonder the immortals fear us.

What is it you want, fairy woman?” he asked at last. “I have dead men to burn and a siege to finish.” Ayaminu