“Rylee, the end game is going to be played out, and you are central to it. Many of your friends are central to it.” “How the hell am I supposed to take this, Jack?” I shouted, feeling an unfamiliar wash of anxiety sweeping over me. “Like a fucking Tracker,” he shouted back. “You do what you must, you keep your oaths, you save the goddamn world. Stop whining. This is your life, learn to fucking deal with it.”
