"I'm sorry, I let the Empire down. I let the Sages down and my closest comrades, my best friends, including you. As a commander with a great responsibility, I forgot my duty during the long journey and lost my judgment under the temptation of kinship. I personally cultivated the leader of the rebel army, causing a disaster. If it had not been for your strategic planning, all would have been lost. Although the matter is over, someone needs to bear this responsibility, and it must be me."
General Cage left Quentin with just these words and a broken, shattered corpse.
"Give Solent Cage a proper funeral."
Quentin ordered.
"Master..."
"Go on, I need some rest."
Quentin waved his hand, cutting off Dylan's words.
When Dylan left the room, Quentin's tense body suddenly loosened, like a deflated balloon.
He rested his elbows on the table, his fingers digging into his hair, rubbing it.
Only then could he alleviate some of the distress in his heart.
