“I guess it's a choice we make," she said."What's a choice?" I asked.And she said, "How much of the world we let in.”

“I guess we all make choices as to how we want to live, right?”

“She said, "I will go no farther.""There is no choice. We can only go on." The magician said again. "We can only go on.”

“Yeah, but our choices are limited. We choose from a list that they chose for us." She said."Well, Choices are supposed to be limited. That's life" I snapped”

“We made our choice, he said. We hunted for them, we guarded their brats. God knows, we helped them make a civilization, didn't we? And why? I said I didn't know; it was beyond me. Because, he said, we thought they knew how to take care of things. How to keep the world full of meat and flowers.”

“I don't know if she's making the right choice, but it's not my choice to make. I promise to support her, whatever she decides. Because that's what sisters do.”