"Which part? The brave or the stupid?" she asked with a chuckle.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"He's a good, kind hearted kid," James continued, hoping to defend Ari's character. "And I think he's aware that he doesn't always think things through - or, at least he is now more than he used to be - but he's still growing. And he's still got a vibrant view of the world, which most people in his position can't boast of, so he's got more going for him than it may appear."
"So long as his naïveté doesn't get him killed," she points out. "He's a good kid but I'm surprised he's lasted this long, with that kind of bounty on his head and for as long as it's been. I've seen his face floating around for years now. You're clever enough for it to make since, but he's just big and lucky. Kindness doesn't get you far out here - you know that, same as me."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"I know," he said solemnly. "I'm surprised he's still around too. But a part of me is glad he hasn't let the hope in him die yet. I don't think he's as naive as he seems. I've talked with him more, and I know he's experienced things in life that would jade a normal person, or someone with less spirit. He could mature more. Sure. But my hope for him is that he would do so without losing his kindness. Kindness leaves you vulnerable, but it's what keeps you human. It's what keeps you sane, and from becoming like the people you hate."
"Maybe, but being human...Being human isn't how you survive. It's not how you last long. It's not how you fight or you deceive or evade or anything else that keeps you alive. Humanity has a very minimal role out here and it's certainly not a helpful one."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Then you're either the wiser of the two of us or the deader one."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Well, deadder sooner, at any rate. I doubt either of us will be dying of old age," she chuckled somewhat bitterly.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
She followed his gaze. "No one's likely to be following us. It's pretty rare that people pull that kind of s*** with me at this point."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Maybe not with you," he said. "But with me, it's happened a number of times. Even with that reassurance, I don't think I could stop looking if I wanted to."
"As far as they're concerned they have to go through me to get to you, so so long as we stick together, we should be fine. I'm not the finest of hunters but I sure as hell ain't new to this game. Even if we are followed, Bane's going to detect them before either of us, or even Night."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
