Johnny opened his eyes at the sound of Ana's voice. He thought for a moment. What would happen if he went home? He didn't want to be dead... not Dally either. But-- what would happen if he stayed? If staying meant being alive with Dally and Ana then he would do it. He sighed, wishing things would just go back to the way they were.
“Erm..the time I spent in the physician’s tents during the war never taught me how to deal with anything like this..” Alexander mused. “I just hope none of them vomits.” He grimaced.
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
