I looked up at the sky.
My thoughts were a mess. I felt proud, proud that my father was a man of principle, someone who stood for something. But I also felt angry. Why hadn't he thought about me? Why didn't I matter enough to make him stay?
I wondered what I would do in his place.
I was about to go on a mission myself. One where the chances of coming back were, at best, fifty-fifty. And I had agreed without hesitation. Not once had I stopped to think about how Grandma would feel if I didn't return. What would it do to her if I died?
I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth.
Feelings were hard. They never made sense. Pride, pain, guilt, anger, they all mixed together until I didn't know what to feel anymore.
After a moment, I turned around and walked back into the hall.
Grandma was still sitting behind the desk. She looked deep in thought, her eyes distant, like she wasn't fully there.
I stopped in front of her and spoke.
