"Take in my life. I live on a desolate planet overrun with creatures that can kill you. I was born to a poor family that left without me. I'm living off the barren land. It's not scary, it's not life, it's merely surviving."
"The smell of blood is stronger than the burned smell now, too strong for even the night wind to blow away. Her hands are slimy with it, and it smears on her neck as she pulls out the vial, pours the prayer into her palm." The Price of Falling. Rast.