A king who’s innocent of the things of which he’s guilty?

For a group of people who claimed to be concerned for her safety, they did seem to have developed rather a habit of encouraging uprisings against monarchs.

It always struck Fire, the physical affection between these siblings, who as often as not were at each other's throats over one thing or another. She liked the way the four of them shifted and changed shape, bumping and clanging against one another, sharpening each other's edges and then smoothing them down again, and somehow always finding the way to fit together.

Well, none of it would ever end if she was too afraid for it to begin.

And you may blame me for your feelings, but it isn't fair to blame me for how you've chosen to behave.

While I was looking the other way your fire went out. Left me with cinders to kick into dust, what a waste of the wonder you were

As she left the room, Po went to Katsa, pulled her up, sat himself in her chair, and drew her into his lap. Shushing her, he rocked her, the two of them holding on to each other as if it were the only thing keeping the world from bursting apart.