Let go, Rand. Let us die for what we believe, and do not try to steal that from us. You have embraced your death. Embrace mine. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. Why? “I’ve failed.” No. Not yet you haven’t. The Dark One flayed him. He huddled before that vast nothingness, unable to move. He screamed in agony. And then, he let go. He let go of the guilt. He let go of the shame for having not saved Egwene and all the others. He let go of the need to protect her, to protect all of them. He let them be heroes.
