She touches his cheek. “My little storm. I have waited so long for you to realize your strength is not in your arms. That it is like this…” She laughs. “I will never agree with you on this course of action. But…maybe that is natural. I am the dusk now. You are the dawn. I have lived. I have had my say. I will help you have yours. That is what your mother and father would have wanted.”
