My eyes drifted back up to meet hers. "What was I supposed to do when my friends were in danger? What was I supposed to do when my family was being attacked? What was I supposed to do when my past was the cause of this war?" My tone was reflecting my anger and the frustrations I have been having. That the few shining moments in my rule paled in comparison to the darkness that surrounds me. It was all my fault the mess the world is in.