"We can only fight battles in a world that recognizes what we are, and I think this one has made it pretty clear that we're worthier of extinction than we are war," Eddie retorted, a hard edge to his voice that had almost nothing to do with Alicia.
A deep, wordless want drove his hand to touch gently to her arm, another to her cheek. She could be angry. He deserved that.
"How is dying going to serve anyone? Look at us, Al. We aren't an army. We're refugees."