" Why?" I asked. He knew what I meant, and shrugged. " Because when the legends get written, I didn't want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. I want my future offspring to know that I was there, and that I fought against her at the end, even if I couldn't do anything useful." I blinked, this time not at the brightness of the sun. " Because," he went on, his eyes locked with mine, " I didn't want you to fight alone. Or die alone. "