" You do what you can," he said, after seconds of silence had stretched to a minute, " to make sure your kids are safe. From the second they're born..." He stared at the lines of Nightshade's face, the ordinariness of it. " You want to protect them. From every skinned knee, from hurt feelings and punk kids who push smaller ones into the dirt, form the worst parts of yourself and the worst parts of this world. "