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When he found out there was more to the world, he had been astonished, but he had also been delighted. He had been glad to learn that the ceiling he’d lived under his entire life was only an illusion.
Naru Huan straightened up, but he still didn’t meet their eyes. “Your words are more generous than I deserve. Please, tell me how I or my empire might serve you two.” Eithan pointed to himself. “I can’t help but feel like someone is being intentionally excluded.”
“I know, Eithan. I do know. You have done more for the Empire than anyone since my mother, but you make it so hard to be grateful. If only you weren’t so…infuriating. All the time.” “All the time is a little harsh.”
Those who fought corruption inevitably became corrupted themselves.
He could atone for the ruin he’d brought only by causing more, because that was all he could do. This arrowhead would be his apology for what he’d already done. His atonement. His penance.
In addition, Cradle was the birthplace of the Abidan. The first-generation Court of Seven had ascended from that world.
For the first time in centuries, the Court of Seven manifested together, and the world was healed.
He didn’t look like someone who had survived the wilderness. He looked like the wilderness had survived him.
“You are not my goal. You’re just in my way.”
“It did, and it left behind a pile of ashes. But I can’t help but look at those ashes and think, ‘What a blaze that must have been.’”
“I don’t have what it takes to become a Sage.” “How would you know?” Eithan shot back. “What are you, some kind of Sage?” Ziel glared at him.
“I think I understand how you feel, now.” Lindon stared past the broken jewel. “When you’re strong enough to move forward on your own, the only thing you can’t do is bring others with you.”
Accepting an unpleasant situation you are powerless to change is not treachery, it is maturity.”
