QUOTE : Aedion grinned, and ruffled her red-gold hair. “The battle won’t be pretty,” he<br /><br />said as Evangeline sipped her milk. “And you will likely throw up again. But<br />just remember that this fear of yours? It means you have something worth<br />fighting for—something you care so greatly for that losing it is the worst thing<br />you can imagine.” He pointed to the frost-covered windows. “Those bastards out<br />there on the plain? They have none of that.” He laid his hand on hers and<br />squeezed gently. “They have nothing to fight for. And while we might not have<br />their numbers, we do have something worth defending. And because of that, we<br />can overcome our fear. We can fight against them, to the very end. For our<br />friends, for our family ...” He squeezed her hand again at that. “For those we<br />love ...” He dared to look up at Lysandra, whose green eyes were lined with<br />silver. “For those we love, we can rise above that fear. Remember that tomorrow.<br />Even if you throw up, even if you spend the whole night in the privy. Remember<br />that we have something to fight for, and it will always triumph.