We rise up for the things we believe in over and over again
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“Listen, my boy,” the drow said, drawing Kael out of his thoughts. “I can see you sitting there, trying to decide how much of me is in you, how much of your mother is tucked away in there, and how much of this angel, Tauran, who raised you, truly shaped you. Based on what I’ve heard tonight, my guess is, you’re not certain how you will feel about the answer.”
Kael gave the drow a steady look. “Very astute,” he said, but inside, his emotions were churning. Who am I? he wondered. What parts of me are really me?
“The truth is, the answer doesn’t matter,” Pharaun said. “At the end of the day, when the tale has been told and your reckoning is at hand, you’ve still made all the choices. At the end, you’ve only got one person, and one person only, to answer to. Yourself.” His tone grew a bit wistful. “I learned that the hard way, standing on that Abyssal Plane as the spiders kept coming.” He blinked and returned his gaze to Kael. “It’s not me, it’s not her”—he pointed to Aliisza—“it’s not that angel who raised you. It’s not even your god. Unless you’re satisfied with the choices you’ve made regarding them and how you choose to deal with them, none of the rest matters.”