Xylen Aiel

“Please,” he would whisper in the wind, “don’t worry about me. I’m still here. I’m still trying.”

“Everyone believed the worst. No one cared to learn the truth.”

"I carry my storms in silence, not for pride, but because I never wished for pity—only peace."

"Was it truly necessity, or was it just greed disguised as reason?"

"If my words fall on deaf ears, why should I let them escape my lips?"

" You have to pay a price for everything that you have done."

"It’s not butterflies in my stomach—it’s nausea, curling and rising like something rotten."

“I never stepped into the fire—so why do I still burn? Why do I feel myself fading into ash?”

“Even if I drowned for you, you wouldn’t grieve—you’d only curse the water for touching me.”

"Why am I supposed to be loyal when he doesn't trust me?