Title: Hindsight, Foresight
Lulu stooped, picked up the bent frames, and inspected them for damage. She straightened them between her fingers while Auron leaned against the bulkhead raggedly, staring at nothing. He drew his hand back into his coat. His breathing slowed and steadied. His face set like potter's clay.
She kissed his dead eye apologetically and slid the glasses back into place to hide it. "I'm sorry. I phrased that badly. No, I suppose Lord Braska didn't know what he was doing. But none of us does, Auron. Even you cannot know, legendary hero or no. That is not your fault."