“Lies are a strange thing. What they are changes with what we need. They are necessary. They are evil. They are white. They are black. A lie is what we are willing to accept. Would I lie to Valdrin in order to keep him safe? Yes, I think I would. Because I am willing to become the thing he hates as long as it means I have kept him safe and warm and loved. That is my task as a mother. I hope he loves me. I hope he thinks the world of me, because if he didn’t, it would break my heart. And yet, as a mother, I’m willing for my heart to be broken to ensure his is whole.”
