"Then in this hand, Nila," Oliver said. "There's something that I fear even more."
He clenched that fist. "That little lightness on that battlefield. That little glimpse of something. Something beyond me. Heights that I've never flown to. Victories that I could never achieve. Not the Boundaries that Claudia offered me, not the strategy that Volguard sought to put into me, or the sword that Dominus struggled to teach me. But something else. I fear that thing. It's right there, tempting me, begging me to look and listen. But I fear for what I might become if I do. I was forced to in that battle, to turn towards it ever so slightly – and look how I had to operate. Our men must have thought me the strangest man on the planet."
"Perhaps," Nila offered. "Perhaps it was strange – but it worked, didn't it? Because it was strange, that was the very reason it overcame Fitzer and Tussle and the Emersons."
