Cristiano shrugged. "Family trouble, inferior complexes, lost limb." His battle was different. He didn't loathe himself for anything he had done. As a guard of the palace, a soldier, he had long since come to terms with his job and his life. Sure, he wasn't gifted in magic like his brother, but he was strong and tough and could wrestle with seals. His battle? Being trapped here when his kingdom was at war.