it was time to leave and find her own way in the world . the dwarves have a name which they do not tell . i ran along the cold , wet sand , letting the full moon light my path . i ask , gently trying to help her turn over . there 's part of me now that feels guilty for not having enough faith in her , as if it even matters now . marcus stood beside him for half an hour , his heart weighted . but he was too bored to sleep . 