THERON’S POV
Zevran’s question was useless.
There was a reason so many men failed—why, no matter how they tried, they could never reach my level of competence.
Unlike them, I wasn’t burdened by sentiment. Guilt. Hesitation. Emotion. Morality. Weak men carried those weights. I never did.
We are taught that actions must be justified, that choices must be fair. That is a lie. The world did not care for fairness. It only cared for results.
The method was meaningless as long as the end goal was reached.
That was my belief. That was my creed.
So if ever I bent over backward, if I danced to whatever dark and demented tune Father played, it was for one reason alone—the single goal I had sworn on my mother’s grave.
To protect my brothers by any means necessary.
Finally, I arrived at the do
