'The blood of every Rahee that's shed in this battle will lie in my hands, and Jaycent's.'
'Nay, Sadi. That's foolishness,' Patch scolded.
'Is it?' the boy questioned.
'I face decisions everyday, Gold Eyes. Decisions that will either lead us out of danger, or right into the middle of it. But every brother and sister of ours has a choice. They can follow or they can flee, none of us will blame them for their decision. So if one of our band dies because of a decision that betters the lives of our family, does their blood stain my hands?'
'Yet we weep for those we lose, and our hearts fall heavy because of it. You have been with me when such things happen. You know the mourning we all face. And still, you say my hands are clean?'
'Your decisions are always made to better our people. Your heart is in the right place, so what blame can we put on you whether you succeed or fail?'
Patch flashed his infamous grin. 'Aye. Good question.'
-Chapter Ten, Lost Child of Nevaharday