"Do you want me to leave?" I might as well just say it. There's no point in being less than direct with Gale. There never was. Even before he was a soldier, that part hadn't changed. Part of me wants to leave, too. It's cowardly, but today has brought up too many things from the past already.

Things that I shouldn't forget, even though I want to. Because if I forget, there will be nobody left to remember.