"Wait, Shay," He called to her. "Don't leave, Shay. I like you, and I think your fear is getting the better of you. Don't let that win," he said lifting her chin up with his fingers so he could see her eyes again. He wiped away her tears. 

"You are strong, fight this. I can handle myself, and I won't let anyone hurt you. Trust me. We can beat them, things can change, if you would just give it a chance." 

"Stay with me, fight with me, we can be a great team. Look I know how it feels to be left, my mother died when I was just a boy, and my father treats me as if I don't exist. I have had my fair share of heartbreak, and I've lost a lot of good friends in the war..."

"I'm not going to tell you what to do, but you're welcome to stay here, give me a chance, give us a chance, and a chance at beating your father at this game." He stared into her silver eyes, something electric about them as if he were gazing into a storm raging with lightning.