Yet while their house grew full of light, the stories from the Pax grew darker. There were more people who had met the soldiers in white. Stone and the other young men still wanted to fight, and Justine was losing patience with them.
"I keep telling them, but they won't listen. These men in white are real soldiers, they aren't going to be stopped by a bunch of boys with sticks."
"I bet you Stone wasn't happy to hear that."
"No, he hardly talks to me anymore." Justine wiped her eyes and sniffled. "I want to help and I can't."
"Maybe you need to talk about what they can do instead of what they can't."
"I can't think of anything they can do except leave before the soldiers come to their village."
"Ask them what they did last time this happened."
The next night Justine came home and sat
