“The Old Oak died just after sunset that day to an audience of a hundred pilots, all of them long dead and somehow all killing. None of them wept for her, not even Paxton, force-fed so much emotion he had no time to digest. But he could pity, and he did - he pitied the life she had lived and the future they had created for her. But not pity, no. She didn't deserve pity. The Old Oak deserved love, and he did, he loved her.”
Book:Androne