I know you grieve. I know your mind has turned against you, and I understand why. But many of us are grieving, and there's more sorrow on the horizon, so I need you-we need you-to pick up the pieces of yourself and fight.

Past the grief, there is light still, even if only in memory. Tell me about that light.

I know what it feels like to know you live because others have died, how the grief sits in you like a stone you cannot dislodge. I have to believe that if they could see us now, they would be proud of our fight and would not regret their part in it.

I know you grieve what you have lost. I grieve as well. I think we will grieve for the rest of our lives. With every step we take away from our home, grief braids itself more tightly into the fabric of our deepest selves. And just as I cannot pry my grief from me, discard it, and move on without it, I also cannot let go of my hope.

You know nothing about my grief", said Anastasia. " So speak nothing of it.