“We have all made mistakes,” she replied lightly, eyes flickering up from her meal to look back at him. She would always blame herself for her father’s death. It was a harsh lesson to learn even as young as she was at the time. She thought she knew who she could trust.

His terminology was not something he understood and cocked her head as she chewed lightly on another bite of meat. When she finished she asked, “How is one reborn?”

Unless Oliver somehow followed the Drowned God which she did not think was possible.