"I'm okay, Mr. M," I replied, my voice still a little raspy. I sat up slightly, pulling the sheets tighter around me. "Ate Clydelle said my vitals are stable. Just exhausted."
Mr. M finally met my gaze, and I was struck by the depth of his guilt.
"No, you are not just exhausted," he contradicted softly. "You almost died, Sari. Your heart stopped. And that... that is entirely on me."
I frowned, confused by his immediate acceptance of blame. "Mr. M, it was a training exercise. And that was a dummy with fifty percent of your power. We all agreed to push the limits."
