Jade Fern Grove not what i consider winning

he did not argue. he had indeed hurt red leaf. but "i paid for what i did, ghelan," and there surged the light in sun eater — in cen — which would never be contrite, the slashing gleam hard in the one eye not taken from him. 

"the moon tribes, they half blinded me for your mother. i was exiled for your mother. i gave up the name of my own mother, the memory of my first wife, the grave of my son, the long march, and the one village who took us — for your mother." 

now sun eater seethed, resentments venting across the face of his scarlet-eyed son; "there is nothing to remember! i gave everything to make your soul lanzadoii."