Hodor? Hodor. I have no idea where this will lead us. But I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange. Where did you go to, if I may ask?' said Thorin to Gandalf as they rode along. To look ahead,' said he. And what brought you back in the nick of time?' Looking behind,' said he. We could all have been killed - or worse, expelled. What is better: To be born good, or to overcome one's evil nature through great effort? You are entering a world of pain. Let me out, what you see is not the same person as me. My life's a lie. I'm not who you're looking. Let me out. Set me free. I'm really old. This isn't me. My real body is slowly dieing in a vat. Is anybody listening? Can anyone understand? Stop looking at me like that and actually help me. Help me. Help me I'm gunna die. Harry, is that bag smiling? Through the Force, things you will see. Other places. The future - the past. Old friends long gone.

Minefield deployed.

After all this time? Always.

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