He set off across the yard. Aren stared at him hollowly as he approached. ‘I had to do it,’ Aren said, as if Garric had asked for an explanation. ‘You think I’m a fool, but you’d have turned away. You’d have left them to die.’ ‘Aye, I would. But you didn’t,’ he said as he walked past. ‘That’s why there’s still hope for you.’ We are none of us responsible for the sins of our fathers, he thought as he went inside. When he was sure nobody could see him, he let a grudging smile cross his lips. And perhaps we’re not doomed to repeat them, either.
