"Just a kid," says Marci, "I was still little, but I remember that we had a dog. My whole family cared for him. His name was Merlin, like the wizard. But then the war came, and we didn't have time for him." Marci gazes at her hands, rubbing her thumb into her palm. "But I shouldn't cry over a dog now, should I?" A small smile tugs at her lips, but it disappears in an instant. "Marci..." Seth trails off, "You don't have to feel responsible for a dog in the midst of a war."