It was a very Zen sort of way to think about circumstances. And she was sure that letting go of the past was very different for the monks than it had been when Karen yanked the wig off of her head and scowled down her narrow nose at Sam, basically cutting her off from love and happiness. She couldn't help but wonder if Danny would feel so optimistic if he'd been made a Kindred instead of the Iron Fist.

An academic sort of thing to think about. But Sam was nothing if not a thinker.

A dweller.

An obsesser.

"Okay," she said, her fingers all tangled up in his hair, at this point. "So how should we shape this world?"