The Choice of Loyalty [Part-2]
Leon's voice grew deeper. "Men such as you. fighters who fight for something other than themselves — they're not common. Most men want power, or glory, or revenge. But you—
He did not complete the sentence the way anyone might hope. Instead, he leaned forward by an inch, sufficient that Aden might notice the weary creases at the edge of his eyes, the small scar etched across his knuckle like a recollection. There was no triumph about him; only a stark, awful sort of respect, the sort that comes in winters and in errors.
He waved one hand in a light gesture. "You loved. You guarded. Even at the cost of losing."
