"The hate has gone from you to a faraway place you cannot find, as it was spoken in the prophecy. That's why it is time for you to walk your own way. You must fight the last great fight for the People, yes? And you must fight it alone. I have to stay here. For our mother, my children. You're our hope, our only hope." "You call it hope? I call it running away." "No! When we run, we find someplace familiar and safe. Winter will be upon us soon. You will face uncertainty and great danger when you go west." Giving Hunter a small shake, Warrior cried, "You our hope, Hunter! Why can't you see that? When the last Comanche puts down his weapon, when the last chief says it is finished, we will know it is finished. We will know that the People live on--far away from this place--that our songs are being sung, that our ways are being honored. I know you feel great fear, but fear has never stopped you. You mustn't let it stop you now."