The Sentinels There's nothing to be sure of

the man answered, though not in the way that lasher wished, and his words only served to drive the druid lower in his own mind. the leaders whom he had chosen were capable of leading through whatever had occurred -- perhaps dante had not seen it. blue willow had steeled herself against an outburst when she came upon their wounded son! and aria had been kidnapped by pirates, and returned with the tale! but he could not fault dante for not knowing these things.

they had reached an impasse, and while lasher appreciated the words of his beta, he could not help but feel that he had shaken donnelaith with his actions. self-doubt wormed its way into the shadow of his heart and lodged itself there, and though he would continue at their helm, lasher did not believe he could trust himself again.

"thank you, dante." the silver man's words had been warranted; perhaps he had indeed been acting upon some lash of emotion, though he did not agree that he should have taken another.