“..but who will guard the guardians?”

“Who will guard us against the guardians?”

“Quis custodiet ipsos custodes.Which roughly translates asWho will Guard the Guardians, orWho watches the watchers.”

“You’re going back?” asked Bod. Things that had been immutable were changing. “You’re really leaving? But. You’re my guardian.” “I was you’re guardian. But you are old enough to guard yourself. I have other things to protect.”

“You’re a guardian angel now.”...."I’m your guardian angel,” he said.“I get my very own guardian angel? What, exactly, is your job description?”“Guard your body.” His smile tipped higher. “I take my job seriously, which means I’m going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.”

“Who will guard the guards ? If we're the guards of society, then who will watch us and make sure that we're not dangerous?”