Running along the Bridge of Sighs, Quex watched the players trapped in their own sighs and wondered what she herself would face.
She could not think of anything she might regret, nor anything she deserved to be questioned about.
If she had to relive Midsummer, she would make the same choices again. No matter how many times she returned, her kin would still fear her, wouldn't they?
And yet, she was trapped.
She was stuck in Tiger Ear.
A knot of tangled logic, a betrayal that made perfect sense.
The citizens of Tiger Ear simply stood in place, blocking her path.
For someone like Quex, no words were necessary. Their mere presence was enough to make her start questioning herself.
She had betrayed the innocent Tiger Ear to atone for those who had once feared or shunned her in Midsummer.
Was there any difference?
Years ago, Midsummer Quex had tried to sacrifice the less talented kin so the rest could survive the crisis.
