Leif's eyes narrowed, then his expression relaxed, and he straightened, still meeting the LeafWing's gaze. "I- I am the hero of this story. I am uniting Pyrrhia as one nation under one ruler." He hesitated, finally looking away from the LeafWing, taking a shaky breath as panic pulsed in his chest. So much of him was gone. Moments ago, he had admitted to being evil. And he wanted to except that. But he was terrified. Leif had pushed away the emotion, replacing it with anger. Chenoa had seen a glimpse of what plagued his mind back in the dungeons. But it was horrifying. He didn't want to be remembered as the second Darkstalker. He didn't want to be remembered as the High King who slaughtered entire tribes to get there. But he has been consumed by his pride. And now he was those things. The muscles jumped in Leif's clenched jaw as he turned back to the LeafWing. He waited in solemn silence to hear the LeafWing's reply.