"Hope takes breath when kindred tempers cast off qualms and hubris."
As dynamic as two conjoined streams, driving toward the distant sea, minds in concord free the channel clogs that masquerade reality. But what of us, cast adrift in this inscrutable world? It all comes down to who we are together and how we fasten life to truth.
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[She may have a point, about erasing his memory, but this is not something he's currently equipped to deal with.]
We have a job to do, right?
[He has some nerve, still asking for her help, and he's well aware of it. But there's no shame.]
She'll cross that bridge when it doesn't hurt so much to think about. ]
Yeah... Okay. Let's go.
[ She takes lead again, knowing that they've got a long way to go before they find everything they need to free his father. ]