Qebhet wanted it, too. Wanted so badly for them not to be too late. Wanted to give Kaden what she couldn't give Ronan or Vincent, or any of the other war-shattered boys she'd known and buried.
"Then that's what we'll do," she whispered, trying to project a certainty into her voice. "We'll protect him. We'll help him to remember the human he is. And... when you can change him back," (if, she thought, within that small flutter of hesitation, if he could be changed back, but she couldn't bring herself to say it in front of Kaden, regardless of how much he understood) "he'll have the life he chooses. The life Ronan wanted him to have."