This scene got to me a bit.
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Cojl’s chest became tighter and tighter. And his feet felt like heavy stones he lifted with his legs. Ahmur, he could not do this anymore. He dreaded to see what they had done to his Deria. To find out if she was alive or dead. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he wiped them away. For months, he could not seem to stop wiping them away, and his nails had cut all over his face.
He stopped and leaned on his knees, panting. He closed his eyes, letting his tears run and drop to the earth.
“Cojl,” said Satri, gently. “Cojl, we have to keep moving.”
Cojl shook his head, every breath stretching his throat and chest. “I cannot, I cannot. I am too scared.”
“A Muta fears nothing, Cojl.”
“It is a lie. A Muta fears the most. That is why they do not tie themselves down to anything or anyone. They fear to lose, and now, for the first time in my life, I understand them.