A similar problem on a smaller scale. I can walk through minutes, I could have walked back to save them, but I let them die because it meant a monster would remain gone. What merit is a gamble, a sacrifice, if you stake things that matter nothing to you?
have been doing this for ten years. I admire you for retaining your…” he trailed off.
“Not a word I’m familiar with, Weaver. Faith?”
“I have none left, after ten years. No faith. We are a wretched, petty species, and we have been given power to destroy ourselves with