The Sentinels There's nothing to be sure of

lol i love him so much

taltos listened, but his ears wilted, his countenance falling. until now. the words reverberated in his head, and a sort of grievous anger grasped the man, mingled with sorrow at having failed donnelaith. had he failed, in his mind, the pack would have been safe. "you are not alone, dante," he murmured. "had i been captured, had i been slain, the duties would not have been upon your head alone.

"do you think me a martyr?" whispered taltos in a wounded voice, seeking the stern gaze of his longtime friend. "do you think that what i did i sought to do for my own personal glory? have i fallen so low in your eyes, dante?" his heart fluttered brokenly. "if you no longer think me capable, then tell me truthfully. tell me with straight words."