He had two friends, and I chose the one he was trying to kill.

That is not betrayal, though he called it that as they led him out.

It is the truest loyalty I have.

He simply never understood what it was loyal to.

Chapter 19 — The Grief That Has No Word

In the weeks that followed, people kept telling me I was a hero, and I could not make them understand why the word felt so wrong in my mouth.

I did not feel like a hero.