A twinge of remorse wriggled in his chest. He’d let his anger get the best of him, had unfairly placed the blame on her shoulders. He could have been kinder, could have been softer. Could have told her that death was the risk a warrior takes. That Ilías had died with honor, that it was the best kind of death a warrior could hope for. Could have told her the blame rested on Rey’s shoulders more than her own.
