“How is it that you can always make me feel better, even at the worst times of my life?” He shrugged, forced himself to smile for her, even though he was dying inside. “I am the Seeker. I can do anything.” He wanted to say more, but his voice failed him. Her smile widened as she shook her head. “You are a very rare person, Richard Cypher,” she whispered. He only wished he were alone so he could cry.
