“All this time, I had this tiny, driving hope that I would be like Brennan, and that would be the twist in my little fable. That my signet would be mending, and I could put all the broken things back together. But instead, I’m made to split them apart. How many people will I kill with this?” His eyes soften. “As many as you choose. Just because you gained power today doesn’t mean you lost agency.”
