" Desert heat or not, the idea that my younger self was facing her last moments was a bucket of cold water in the face. I didn’t like her, but she appeared to have her shit together in a way I hadn’t for a long time, and she had, frankly, deserved better than me. I tried to wet my lips, had nothing to do it with and croaked, “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Be good. Be right. Be a hero. "

― C.E. Murphy , Raven Calls (Walker Papers, #7)