My face goes pale, for two reasons. One, he's going to be fighting against my home, and that he's just going to leave me like he said he wouldn't. I let go of his hands and cross my arms, swallowing before looking down.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
You'd better wise up, Pony... you get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothing can touch you, man. — Dallas Winston, The Outsiders