“You know the difference between right and wrong. Even with all your power, and the loneliness, you never let it make you…evil. How did you…” “Stay sane?” I asked, and her mouth curved. Darkness seemed to roll over the room, and I was suddenly little more than a boy, with barely ten winters behind me, struggling to lift a sword. “I’m sorry, Lorian. I shouldn’t have asked.” “No,” I said. “I’m beginning to learn that pain left untended doesn’t fade—it festers. One day, I’d like to talk about it. With you.”
