He leaned against the stone, looking down, then up at her again. She was very wise, for a mad little one. Perhaps that was the way of things - how she knew to get by. The world was clearer through the bottom of a distorted glass, when the world was already distorted.

"So we must be brave where we stand, whereever that might be. Even right next to the edge."

He paused, then said simply, "In more ways than one."