“I just don’t get it. I’ve spent my whole life hiding the things I can’t do. Why run from the amazing things you can do?” Jesper gave an irritated shrug. He’d been mad at his father for almost exactly what Wylan was describing, but now he just felt defensive. These were his choices, right or wrong, and they were long since made. “I know who I am, what I’m good at, what I can and can’t do. I’m just … I’m what I am. A great shooter, a bad gambler. Why can’t that be enough?” “For me? Or for you?”
