She waits as her other half absorbs the whole new paradigm she has dropped on him. “My late great-grandmother Sara taught me this oral tradition while I was in the midst of vengeance, killing all those who defiled me and my sisters, while I was repaying Alexander by killing all his enemies. And after I sat with her, listening to her retelling of the matriarch’s view of history, of the object, of what our mission truly should be, Alexander asked one last act of me. I killed his son.”
Pausing again, she brings his head to hers as she looks to the sky. “In that moment, looking into his son’s eyes as he begged me for mercy, I realized what I had become. I made the decision to stop killing. To seek redemption. I renewed my commitment to honor Xwedê again with my full and complete submission.”
