BODIEMen and women stand in small, dissected groups, with their arms folded. While they watch whispers fly around.

Helda stands beside me, Halle still rests calmly in her arms. Even without looking at her, I feel her strength. She doesn't hide behind; instead, she stands with me.

She, standing alone beside me, says enough.

I knew before coming here that Redmoon isn't small. Standing before this crowd however, makes it real.

These people standing before me aren't strangers.

They are my ...