Rue knows she’s done some things, but you never judged her. You’re sweet, too kind, a delicacy she knows she has no right to indulge in. She should push you away—everyone has left her—and yet you still love her. You’re still here.

“No grave can hold my body down,” She whispers, her voice soft and gentle. You brought out a side to her she didn’t understand, and maybe she didn’t want to. It was like you understood her. “I’d crawl home to you.”