“Fine. It was looking,” Chronicler said abruptly. “Looking for what?” “Me, probably,” Kvothe said grimly. “Reshi,” Bast admonished him, “you’re just being maudlin. This isn’t your fault.” Kvothe gave his student a long, weary look. “You know better than that, Bast. All of this is my fault. The scrael, the war. All my fault.”
