There's more than one kind of prison… I sense you carry yours wherever you go

The firelight danced in his eyes, bright like tears. The look on his face was of such heartbreaking tenderness; not surprised she had that, wishing she didn't.

"I get that," he said softly. He bit the inside of his lip then said, "Fact: for a while I was a recruitment officer. Recruitment isn't about getting people to join the fight. It's arming them, physically and mentally, against the one they're already in. …If you were one of my recruits, I might suggest you try to envision you as an adult finding you as a child. You being big enough now to find yourself."