The Sentinels go síoraí

He considered her words, grinding his teeth together as he attempted to decipher the meaning of his own whirling emotions. He hated hearing her call herself ignorant – and while he considered many of her words and decisions as of late as such, he would never tell her as much to her face. “You are not ignorant. You are pure,” and to him, that was the entirety of the truth. Anything bad that had happened to the girl had only deepened her compassion, rather than resisting it.
 
“I hate to know that I’ve disappointed you, Deirdre. That I’ve let you down.” It was the same with any of his siblings – Casmir, even, though the rage in which his brother had greeted him had only fueled Constantine further to ignition. It had occurred to him that nothing would ever be the same.
 
“I don’t know where Rowan is – she left me in the middle of the night and skirted around Donnelaith – she went the opposite way of Sivler Creek. I didn't follow where I was not wanted.”