"Whatever the reason, there is no true justification for what I did. I know my guilt. I accept it."
Liora's bitter smile carried that confession as she looked at Frey and Snow.
"No… you are not guilty."
This time, it was Uriel who spoke, her words sincere.
She clasped her hands and lowered her head, recalling the years she had spent within the walls of the church.
She had seen much. And though her strength was modest, she could have influenced pivotal events. But she had remained silent, paralyzed by fear of what might happen to her.
Because of that silence, disaster followed. Thirty-five million lives were lost—a burden she would likely carry for the rest of her days.
"You are not guilty. Or rather—none of us have the right to judge you. We have not endured what you endured, nor lived the life you and the other heroes of the distant past lived."
It was always easy to speak, to cast blame on others.
But what if the roles were reversed?
