Lind was a mess. He had snapped at the Immortal Berserker which, while he had poked a sore spot, should not have happened.
The wound was too fresh but he had promised Cyntilla. Her eyes floated in his heart and the pain of knowing her voice and embrace were lost broke him.
He had lost children and been enraged. He had torn apart the tigers that killed his son. He had decimated the powers that threatened Hei and his family. It goes without saying what happened to the Fiends that tried to kill his family.
Yet, as they had advanced and the prowess of his wives' abilities progressed, he grew complacent. He believed in them to survive anything. It was a fallacy and he knew it, but it still happened.
Of all his wives, Cyntilla dying never occurred to him in a duel. A war, certainly, but not a duel.
