Death really isn’t so terrible, I think. It’s losing the chance to live that’s sad. Like I did with Izio. Izio died because I didn’t come in time to save him. But what if I had never tried to come? If I live through this war, can I live with having done nothing, or will my life be poisoned with regret? How will I tell Helena when we find out Max is dead? How will I tell my mother that my choices have killed Helena? I’d never have the chance. Because I would be dead, too. But who else is there to save them but me?
