“Your tapestry became a mystery to me the moment your life was spared. I don’t know when you’ll die, if that’s what you’re asking. I don’t know what you’ll do, or the person you’ll become. Not anymore. I wove your fate as I once knew it, which had you dying by your brother’s hand. But you’ve changed your fate several times over. You are a mystery to me. A sweetbrier, full of thorns in my side.”
