" What was it you told me Old Mongwe said?" she asked suddenly. "About guilt?"
"That it's useless." I sighed, remembering the hermit's opaque words: Guilt is self-centered, and leads only to destructive obsession. But conviction brings balance-a sense of purpose beyond oneself.
"And what you said," Kirah pressed. "When you convinced Thaddace to leave that prison?"
I blinked in confusion. She gripped my shoulders, hazel eyes alight. "It was important, Tarisai. You said you heard it from someone-someone powerful."
I remembered then-the voice from the shrine at Sagimsan, turning my limbs to water as the breath of the Storyteller swelled on the mountain air.
"Do not ask how many people you will save," I murmured: "Ask, the what world will you save them? what makes a world worth surviving in?"
"That's right." Kirah nodded fervently. "And what made Thaddace keep going-what made him try-it wasn't guilt. It was love." She reached out and squeezed my hand. "It was love, Tarisai. "

― Jordan Ifueko , Redemptor (Raybearer, #2)