Redtail Rise are we living a life that is worth the harm

Avicus was right. She usually always was. It didn’t stop Aventus wondering if he should have continued to follow his father’s crazed path after all. Perhaps then Arielle would still be here and Atreus would not be gone, or maybe it was Aventus who yearned to be gone now.

There could be no pain in the afterlife.

He always knew exactly who he was, Aventus mused. Mother, too. He doubted very much that Merrick or Astara had ever doubted themselves or questioned the choices they had made. He felt Avicus was much the same.

Something fundamental to Aves' sense of self was broken a long time ago, leaving him unmoored even now.