The future was chaos, war and blood and thirst, ending with everyone's bones bleached white in the desert. The sand would bury their buildings and bodies, and eventually it would be impossible to tell that anyone had lived in the desert at all.

And maybe a few days of freedom would be better than a lifetime spent as a slave.

Even though she was powerful enough to kill, she could also grow flowers.

And when we have power- when you have power, Jae, you'll need to decide what to do with it. What kind of person you want to be. If you want to be like them.

...his respect, hard enough to earn in the first place, was all but impossible to win back after it was lost.

You said it was a sacrifice. Coming from me, it's a gift.

I want you to live, and go on living, and let everyone else live, too.