[ The feeling of not knowing, the feeling of powerlessness... it calls up a memory within his scant five years, trudging through blizzards and over highlands - fleeing, from torches that now burned at their back instead of welcoming them. Only the voice of the Mothercrystal had held him back from an abyss of hopelessness. ]

But, you know that now. I think that's more important. We can make some change, even if it's small.

[ He looks into his hands, an oddly faraway look in his good eye. ]

Someone said that to me, once. I try to think of it, should I feel too weak.