LEONARDO

Anger.

That was what I was supposed to feel as I stared at Sophia, but I didn't feel anything of the sort. Instead, all I felt was sadness. Sadness that I've failed everybody around me. And guilt that there was nothing I could do about anything. Guilt that I've failed Sophia.

Her mother was a lovely person, loyal to a fault, caring. She raised Alexander and Sophia, and before she died, she begged me to take care of her daughter. I failed. In the same way, I failed my late wife by not taking care of Alexander.

I’ve failed everybody around me, and mostly Cordella. I can't even begin...