"I don't need you to coddle me. What happened, happened. No use wallowing in it."

Clive stares ahead of him from where he sits in his solar in the new hideaway. The mission at Drake's Head clearly had the worst outcome, and Clive is struggling.

The words from his mother when he was just a boy shrieks in his ears; 'it should have been you! Why weren't you good enough? Strong enough? Why had I raised such a failure for a son?'

Clive's eyes become dull. She was right.