He wished Chaol were with him. Wished for time to just… stop so he might sort out all these fractured pieces of himself, put them into some kind of order, if not back together entirely.


She’d known that she would not get to lead it. But she would still hold true to her promise to Darrow:

I promise you on my blood, 

on my family’s name,

that I will not turn my back on Terrasen

as you have turned your back on me.