Yaril didn't speak again, and the candlelight behind her also quieted down, reluctant to emit a bright glow and warmth.
After a long, long time, she softly asked Fisher,
"As a mother, am I asking for too much, Fisher?"
Fisher looked at Yaril, shook his head, and said,
"...I'm the one asking for too much, Aunt Yaril..."
Yaril's somewhat dim eyes lifted slightly, looking at him as he continued,
"I've tasted too many sweet blessings and mistakenly thought they were all deserved, not knowing they all have a price, and it is a very high price. Though I've been foolish to this extent, at least my adoptive mother left me two precious gifts before she passed away: morality and responsibility.
"So I don't want to avoid these problems. I cannot let these costs fall on Rafael and the others. I must do everything I can to ensure their safety and happiness...
