there were certainly people in those stories who knew what they were fighting for, heroes who were noble and strong-willed and worth remembering. Like you. But I wasn’t one of them. Sirawu was just that: a shadow. It was someone else’s story, and I was just passing through it. This… you were my story… and I was so selfish, so tied to that shadow that I missed it. My son, I— I’m so sorry it took me this long to understand. I’m sorry—”
