“Pleased is the wrong word. I’m proud, Prisca. I know you can do it. But this war will change you. You’ll lose people you love. You’ll lose parts of yourself. I could never want that for you, even as I know you will save your people.” I took a deep breath. “I’m afraid,” I admitted. His huge hand cupped my cheek. “I know. It’s how you act despite your fear that counts.”
