Lulu gave him a sad smile. "You don't think it's brave to know what you're capable of and to do that job well? In my humble opinion - after the life I've lived - loving by itself is brave." She tapped the shoulder above the tattoo she was getting. "That boy was brave, but I'll be he wasn't a warrior or a magician. He simply wanted the war to end, so he let himself live on to help that. In his own way, he was looking after everyone."
She shook her head. "I bet you'll leave a larger legacy than you'd ever dreamed. Already I like you, and would tell anyone I met you're a good man." She reached out to pat him on the hand, albeit briefly.