Kala leaned into him her eyes tearing despite the fact that she swore she wasn't going to cry and she shook her head lightly, sending a few droplets flying. Farla had been the closest thing she'd ever had to a mother. He was right, she'd have wanted Kala to be herself. That had been what all those lessons were about. Finding out who she was. Learning. Growing. Living.

"I have a long way to go before I know who that person really is," Kala said. "And when I'm really ready, I'll be able to help other people turn this nightmare, everything that we're fighting for, into the dream it's supposed to be. And I'll do it because of and with my friends."