LYSSARA
He had said yes, and the yes was sitting between us in the neutral clearing with the morning light around it and the coalition at the perimeter and Thalric at the boundary's edge and four generations of the wrong thing behind it, and I was receiving it with both hands.
He did not wait for me to respond to the yes. He understood, the way very old things understood when a door had been opened and that the opening required what was behind it to come through, that the yes was the beginning rather than the answer, and that what the beginning required was the account.
He gave me the account. It wasn’t like a confession. He was not asking for absolution, and I was not in the business of offering it before I understood what I was being asked to absolve. He didn’t do so as a performance
