The truth, Rolen, Novel said. Now is the time, you know it.
”I can’t, I’m not strong enough.”
You are strong enough for me.
“I’m not good enough.”
You are good enough for me.
“I… My… MY FATHER DID NOT MAKE ME WHO I AM, I DID, AND I AM TO BLAME!”
Rolen smiled joyfully, feeling Novel’s joy as well. He raised his hand to block the strike, then stopped. He knew he couldn’t be the one to win.
The blade takes Rolen in the neck, he dies.