Maisie
"Do you think that perhaps, the reason you have reservations towards the bond is not because you want to protect them, but because you have, deep down, convinced yourself that you do not deserve a happy ending, because Lyon Park will never have one?"
"Maisie."
"Have you tried speaking to him?"
"Lyon? He's dead, Gwen."
"Have you tried visiting his grave to speak to him?"
"I wasn't sure I would be welcome there. I only just got out of the first trial," I said, but it was only half the truth and Gwen knew it.
She waited patiently, until I whispered the words, afraid of hearing them myself. "I-I can't. Going there with the people who did that to him still out there, going about their normal lives like he wasn't a brother, a son, a friend, a person with dreams and aspirations, it would mean he died for nothing. I'm not... worthy."
Gwen tilted her head. "He died so you could live. Do you consider your life, every breath you take, worth nothing?"
"Maisie."
