“I understand I failed. I do. My father died because of me. I lost the war and, in doing so, sealed the realms and us here. I understand your disgust or loathing for me because I feel it, too.” I rubbed a hand across my face. The bristles covering my jaw scraped against my palm. “And you know what the funniest part of this is? It’s that it took someone who our texts label as our enemy to bring me back. That’s what she did. She brought me back, and it wasn’t in the way you think or some crass joke Cameron cannot wait to make.”
