“What I have to be tomorrow, who I have to become, is not … it’s not something I want you to see. How I will treat you, treat others …” “The mask of the High Lord,” I said quietly. “Yes.” He took a seat on the bottom step of the stairs. I remained in the center of the foyer as I asked carefully, “Why don’t you want me to see that?” “Because you’ve only started to look at me like I’m not a monster, and I can’t stomach the idea of anything you see tomorrow, being beneath that mountain, putting you back into that place where I found you.”
