"Stay, live, love, grow… this is the greatest gift you can give me as a father," his father had said, and Andar had stayed. Had obeyed. Had spent countless years wondering if that had been the right choice.
He was doing great work in the Black Tower, and yet he wondered if it was ever enough.
"He's still fighting," Mira said, as if reading his thoughts. "Your father. I would know if he had fallen. We all would."
"He was fighting before I was born. Before my mother was born. Before this, Existence was born." Andar shook his head. "Sometimes I wonder if that's all there is. Just endless war. Just endless…"
