Katsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place and then another. It rose and fell and rose again. It flowed, like water.

There came a wind like a bugle; / It quivered through the grass.

Please, Katsa," he finally said. "At least talk to me".
She swung around to face him. "What it there to talk about? You know how I feel, and what I think about it."
"And what I feel? Doesn't it matter?

The only way for you to keep your mind straight is to run from those who would confuse you.

But everyone has some kind of power to hurt people.

In the end, Leck should have stuck to his lies. For it was the truth he almost told that killed him.