Without needing further explanation, Medeia already knew who her daughter meant.
"His name is Lucian," Medeia said softly. "And this isn't about choosing him over you or anyone else. It was never about choosing."
Her gaze trembled, heavy with sorrow. "If I could turn back time, I would choose you a thousand times over. But the truth is … I can't undo what has already happened. All I can do now is keep moving forward."
Nimnu was her past wound, while Lucian was her future.
No matter how much she wished to change the past, nothing could bring her daughter back. All she could do was carry the scars and fight for what was still within her grasp.
Besides, Sierra was still waiting for her at the Red Star's base.
She was also her daughter now, and Medeia refused to fail as a mother over and over again. Not this time. Not ever again.
