i am old , older than the wind , and i have grown tired , so very tired . '' i wanted to ask about it , but i also did n't want to open up any closed up wounds . and i was staring at him like an idiot . grief wrapped its thorny vines around rivers throat and squeezed . she waves me off and goes in to comb my wet tangled curls anyways nonsense , you cant meet with marcus looking like this . look , throwing me back in jail would be the only logical thing you could do . 