|Chapter 20: A Question of Hope|
Covenant sneered. "Giant, if I were as big and strong as you, there would always be hope for me."
"Why? Do you believe that hope is a child of strength?"
"Isn't it? Where do you get hope if you don't get it from power? If I'm wrong--by hell! There's a lot of lepers running around the world confused."
"How is power judged?" Foamfollower asked with a seriousness Covenant had not expected.
I do not like the way in which you speak of lepers. Where is the value of strength if your enemy is stronger?"
"You assume there is some kind of enemy. I think that's a little too easy. I would like nothing better than--than to blame it on someone else--some enemy who afflicted me. But that's just another kind of suicide. Abdicate the responsibility to keep myself alive."
"Ah, alive." Foamfollower countered. "No, consider further, Covenant. What value has power at all if it is not the power over death?"