Everyone Has An Effect On Others. Some

His Face Set In Grim Determination, Richard Slogged Ahead, His Fingers Reaching Up To Touch The Tooth Under His Shirt. Loneliness, Deeper Than He Had Never Known, Sagged His Shoulders. All His Friends Were Lost To Him. He Knew Now That His Life Was Not His Own. It Belonged To His Duty, To His Task. He Was The Seeker. Nothing More. Nothing Less. Not His Own Man, But A Pawn To Be Used By Others. A Tool, Same As His Sword, To Help Others, That They Might Have The Life He Had Only Glimpsed For A Twinkling. He Was No Different From The Dark Things In The Boundary. A Bringer Of Death.

I Am Who I Am; No More, No Less.

Kahlan Stood Quietly In The Shadows, Watching, As Evil Knocked Softly On The Door.

Richard Thought A Moment. "i Don't Know, But We Have To Get Across The Pass. We're Too Tired To Have To Spend Tonight Fighting Shadows Again. We Must Get To The Midlands Before Dark. And This Time, I Promise I Won't Let Go Of Your Hand." Kahlan Smiled And Squeezed His Hand. I Won't Let Go Of Yours Either.

He Put The Box In Kahlan's Lap. As She Picked It Up, She Gave Him The Biggest Smile He Had Ever Seen. Before He Even Knew What He Had Done, He Had Leaned Over And Given Kahlan A Quick Kiss. Her Eyes Went Wide, And She Didn't Kiss Him Back, But The Feel Of Her Lips Shocked Him Into Realizing What He Had Done. Oh. Sorry," He Said. She Laughed. "forgiven.