What will I do?
Oma wasn't sure.
"Death, cannot be killed," she remebered Mott saying, "life however, I kill that all the time."
How could she fight someone that could kill her?
'Oma, maybe you should talk to him. Try to work things out, like you normally would.'
Normally trees were wise, after all their first life is incredbially long, but this time Oma wasn't so sure she should listen to them. Would Mott listen to her?
I must not be afraid.
I must not hide.
I must not run.
I must be brave.
