—strength is no use. Give over the vain strife that saves no one, keeps no old friend alive, condemns the dear to death. Take but my Gift and know long years that end not, slow-burnt days under the Sun and Moon; not for yourself alone, but for the other—
Diane Duane, Deep Wizardry
(Those moments when you are painfully reminded that these kids are what, 13, 14, maybe 15? He’s being offered the very thing he wants most—an out—and Kit has to make the choice to let his partner and best friend go to her death.
Because the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few
or the one)
SittingOverHereDreaming 