"It's your storm, and the future of us all depends on you now. So who are you? Sage, an orphan boy who cares only for himself? Or the undisciplined, rebellious prince your father sent away? Life has tested your resilience and strength and willpower, and you have succeeded in ways nobody ever thought possible. But the storm has never been worse, and it will either destroy you, or define you. When everything is taken from you, can you still stand before us as Jaron, the Ascendant King of Carthya?"

Tobias politely voiced these same concerns, but was waved off by Conner, who asked, "Do you always think small, boy?"
Tobias swallowed. "No, sir."
"Do you think this is too ambitious?"
“I just —” Tobias found his courage. "It seems like what you want would be impossible."
"Nothing's impossible. I haven't come to this plan lightly or without a great deal of thought. But to succeed, I must have a boy who believes this can happen."
"I believe it," Roden said.

"The devils are punishing me for everything I've ever done wrong in my life," he said, marching to the stables to get horses. "They've sent me you three."

"I guess you just never know what you can do until you actually have to do it." Tiffany paused. "You also don't know what might happen to you until it actually happens."