“What if I can’t do it?” he whispered. “What if I fuck up again?” “You almost certainly will,” said Jarett, but the way he said it didn’t feel like a blow. It was comforting, in a way. “We all do. You can’t grow unless you fuck up. Just like you can’t be brave without first knowing fear.” Kynan swallowed. “And if you have … a lot of fear?” Jarett reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. “Then you have an even greater opportunity to rise above it.”
