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isn't he?

Yeah, he needs

a little meat on him.

Oh, you know what I heard?

I heard that he was

with a fertile arid.

- No!

- Yeah, and he's a murderer.

- Murderer.

- Hmm, town of eleven, something like that.

So they killed

a bunch of arid rebels.

Guess Griffin appreciated that.

That's what you call

appreciation.

Huh. All right,

I'm gonna stick him.

Oh, careful.

Don't get stuck.

Oh yeah, right.

What was that?

Got a nice ring to it.

It's okay.

It's a good thing you ate

that life root, my friend.

Otherwise this would be

a very one-sided conversation.

- Oh no... my boy.

- No time for grieving.

Now is the time to run.

Why are you helping me?

We all have our motives.

A friend of mine had a vision

and I believe it is of you.

Quick,

we must move fast.

Wait.

Where are we?

Half a day from the horde.

I've taken you as far as I can.

See that red star?

Keep walking toward that star.

You'll eventually find

a friend of mine.

His name is moss.

If he's managed

to escape the deacons,

he'll be able to help you.

Here.

To steady your feet.

Walk strong in the wei,

my friend.

Is this life

worth living?

Bet you wish you were dead.

He's a human.

He can't be trusted.

He shouldn't be here.

He's putting us in danger.

We should leave him

immediately.

He needs our help.

Honsu must have sent him

to us for a reason.

How do we know this scum

didn't steal the medallion?

For all we know,

he killed honsu.

There's little danger in

helping him to recover.

Helping him puts

our tribe at risk.

It puts your daughter at risk.

You have to drink.

Here.

Good.

Gabriel, go find your brother.

Water?

Go on.

There's a constant

search for water.

Our tribe once went two moons

without finding a drop.

The water will come

because we are

strong in the wei.

Come.

We grind the thorns.

There's a numbing agent

which helps with injury.

See. Look.

This is how the arid people

see ourselves...

as part of a system rooted to

hold one another together.

Maren, water!

See.

Our thoughts become our words.

Our words...

our words become our actions.

Our actions become our habits.

Our habits become our values.

Our values.

And our values

become our destiny.

Moss, what you're asking

of us is suicide.

The apostate won't spare

a single soul.

It is only a matter of time

before they find us.

Time.

We must unite

as one tribe, Cain,

if we are not to be

snuffed out like a candle.

You can't save everyone.

The tribes will be

uniting at dead rock.

Look at your own existence.

Does it hold any meaning to you

if there is no one else

to share the light?

And what meaning is there

in death?

He will reveal us for a reward

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