#fully subscribing to the theory that plumbelina is trans

[sea-buns]

Thinking about what remains of this group and how it carries over into the future of Calorum. Amethar inherited a spymaster who has worked for 20+ years to carry on the legacy of the best, though the world will never know it. Serving the son of a woman she helped kill. Her daughter, dead at the hands of this new emperor’s cousin and ward. Somewhere out there is a man, self-stripped of any title he ever held, wandering the land. Left bare in the throes of knowing he was seen as useful, and thus taken advantage of, simply because he was young. Maybe he finds his mother. Maybe he crosses paths once or twice with his old friend. Nothing he finds will ever replace what he’s lost. Or heal what he’s done. Somewhere else is a man who’s dedicated his life to cutting down anyone who would dare to replicate the horror he’s seen. Who has, in a way, been freed by that tragedy. Discarding any titles he’s ever held, any fear for the name he’d been born with, any hesitation to act. All that remains is an allegiance to the few living who never ceased to have his back and the memories of those who fell trying to protect the only semblance of a family he’s ever known.

All that remains is a resolve to do better.