My little girl’s life had been on the line when I made that choice, when I had acquired power beyond the ken of most mortals. I thought of the desperation in the eyes of Fitz and his gang. I thought of the petty malice of Baldy and those like him. Of the violence in the streets. How many other men’s daughters had died because of my choice? That thought, that truth, hit me like a landslide, a flash of clarity and insight that erased every other thought, the frantic and blurry activity of my recent efforts.
