You fool. Her voice in his head. Fond, but sharp. “Egwene?” Am I not allowed to be a hero, too? “It’s not that…” You march to your death. Yet you forbid anyone else from doing so? “I…” Let go, Rand. Let us die for what we believe, and do not try to steal that from us. You have embraced your death. Embrace mine. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. Why? “I’ve failed.” No. Not yet you haven’t.
