"No, it shouldn't be their choice, either." He doesn't respond to the rest of it. He's too tired to argue any of this. It's true that it's more personal for Phillip, but it's more recent for him. And what he mostly feels, worn bright on his sleeve, is worn thin, to the point he's almost surprised anything is solid, that he's still solid. He's no stranger at this point to carrying the hopes and dreams of others, their lives and their deaths, but it never gets easier for him, and it's never been heavier.

He'd been there. He'd seen her-- Venat. Hydaelyn. He'd failed to prevent anything-- even if he was told not to expect he could change things, it still feels horrible, to know that, instead, he caused it, in a way. He doesn't want to debate anything right now.