When he woke in the morning, Penli almost felt like himself again. Unfortunately, it was the himself he'd tried to lose, the him that felt cold and distant and very much separate from the rest of the world. Shanna had been the one to draw out pieces of him he'd thought lost, had brought him back to the world of the living and given him the motivation to live as he'd always wanted before the war whittled him down to hard edges and a cold demeanor.
What was the point in being a flower, however, when really he was the wasp nobody noticed until it was too late?