"To kill one's own blood, one must understand the depth of love—because only then can they truly know the cost of that choice."
— Elder MoonChild
"I.." Elder MoonChild looked at me sadly, "I did ask if you were still committed to this loss. That day in the throne room, I asked if you were ready to lose your child and you said you were."
Fen's enraged eyes turned on me.
The realization cracked over me, each shard like jagged glass in my chest.
"That's... that's what you were talking about that day?" I stuttered.
The air around us grew heavier, each breath more difficult to take, the weight of Elder MoonChild's words pressing down on me like a stone. The realization hit me harder than any blow had before. The ground beneath my feet seemed to shift, and for a moment, I thought I might collapse right there. My legs wobbled as the force of the truth hit me, and I reachI turned to Fen, "I didn't know that was what she meant Fen, I swear to the moon goddess I didn't know."
