‘So I messed up really, really badly, don't you see?’ ‘Oh, I see.’ It wasn't annoyance in his voice. It was tiredness. It was the smallest, softest sliver of sadness. ‘As did your mother for letting you into the city, I would argue. As did Agenor for not realising just how the magic of those walls operated despite having had several centuries in the company of both the Mother and the gods to figure it out. They are blaming themselves plenty right now, in case you were wondering.’
