"Let it all out, Harry."Tears fell onto his own head as they both wept together, Harry clutching desperately at whomever it was, not caring, only know...ng that somebody was here to comfort him when he most needed it.At long last, his tears dried up, petering out in sniffles and hitching gasps. Sitting up, he reached into his pocket and took out a handkerchief, blowing his nose and wiping his red, puffy eyes. He cleaned it with his wand and offered it to the girl who had hugged him, her shape. I loved them dearly. I think if you go and you find somewhere where people like you are better accepted then stay there. This world is not kind to those of us who are different.”“Why don’t you come with us?” I said on impulse.He looked at me with speculation, “Do you think they can handle losing us both?” he asked.“Well, I was planning on leaving a letter with a friend. I realised initially they would have to act like we might not be coming back, but I didn’t want them to worry too much about. "You have to get your work done. But sometimes you feel ... pressure. You know, you don't really pay attention to things, your body, or parts of it, and ... But as time goes on you get more and more aware of certain things." You get a lot warmer," Karen said. "Then, you know, you see a guy, and it's not just ... a guy ... but you're looking at certain things..." His male equipment," Crystal said. "Oh, sure, you look at his shoulders and arms, and butt, but around here you can see what he really. What material is it made from?”“Halite,” said Evie.“Salt rock? Are you serious?”“Bloody oath.”“Huh. Odd material to use to make something like this.” Inspecting it closer, he continued, “These marks at the bottom ... looks like they’re talking about a ‘Treasure of the Dead Sea’ or something.”“Wait, you can read that thing?!” Evie exclaimed.“Yeah, I can,” Chris replied, dumbfounded as she was. “It was as easy as English.”“Chris ... Jeremiah could read it, too. He’s fluent in Hebrew, Aramaic,.