You fight it. And fight it. You don’t give up. And then one day, you just change. We all change.[to Lizzie]
Your dad used to hit you and then he got himself killed. It happened. Now it’s done. You live with it or it eats you up.
Winning just means we get tomorrow. Maybe one more night. Maybe one more morning. After that no guarantees.
We have so much here, people, food, medicine, walls, everything we need to live. But what we have other people want, too, and that will never change. If we survive this threat and it’s not over, another one will be back to take its place, to take what we have.
If you care about people, there are people to protect, there are people that you will kill for. If you don’t want to kill, or if you can’t, then you have to get away from them.
I would be speechless if I wasn’t already speaking. I don’t know what the hell’s going on in the most wonderful way.