Trust me--you come close to death, you'll remember how you stepped out of its way
Generally, I like to appear smart. I don't admit being stupid when there's any hope I'm not.
Communication was often like this, though: stumbling, tripping, getting up again. Moving, however clumsily, forward.
Dreams are their own knife, Kaylin. Dreams, what-ifs, desires. We all have to have hope.
If you are always afraid to be known, you will never understand anyone else. If you never understand anyone else, you'll never be a good Hawk. You'll see what others see, or what they want you to see....