Ezra: If your brother gets hurt and you don't get his back now, it's gonna haunt you for the rest of your life.
Sabine: You're right. If Tristan gets killed by Clan Saxon, my parents' mantel is gonna become like a permanent shrine to him.
Ezra: No, that's not what I meant.
Sabine: Oh, the thought of it makes me want to puke.
Ezra: You've learned the wrong lesson.
Sabine: Come on, let's go help the bastard.
Ezra: Don't love how we got here, but we're going where I want.










