William," the professor said, softly, "what now is your weapon?". . . . "Truth," he whispered, his voice rasping. He cleared his throat. "Truth is my sword. ". . . . "And what now is your defense?" Colour returned to Billy's face, and his jaw tightened. His voice surged with emotion. "Faith. . . faith is my shield.
Some things, it was better not to think about. It just made you mad and angry.