When something like this happens you are lost. You don't know who you are anymore and what you're capable of. Unless I do something this is always how people will remember me. A feather. And that is how I will always see myself: a coward. All I know is that I can't live with myself like this.
— Are you a deserter?
— Something like that. I was sent to fight and I ran away.
— Why?
— Why? I just... There are many reasons why. Mostly I was afraid.
— I found you halfdead crossing the desert alone. And you say you are afraid?
— There's a different kind of fear. Why are you protecting me?
— God put you in my way. I have no choice.