"Aren't you going to fight for what you believe in?"

"They can fight if they want." His voice didn't sound despondent; it sounded dead.

"That's not what I mean." Nicci grasped his arm and gently but firmly pulled him around, turning him from the drop-off, forcing him to face her. "Aren't you going to fight for yourself?"

He met her gaze but didn't answer.

"This is because Zedd told you that he was disappointed in you."

"I think the grave I dug up might have had a bit to do with it."

"You may think so but I don't. Why should it? You have been devastated and sent reeling by things before. I captured you and took you away to the Old World, and what did you do? You stood up for yourself and acted like yourself and on your beliefs, within the limits of what I would allow you to do. By being who you are you exerted your love of life and that changed my life. You showed me the truth of the joy of life and all it means.

"This time you woke up from nearly dying to me and Cara and everyone else not believing in your memory of Kahlan, but that never stopped you. You kept arguing your convictions despite everything we said."

"What was in that coffin is different, and I'd say a little more than a simple argument when someone doesn't believe you."

"Is it? I don't think so. It was a skeleton. So what?"

"So what?" Annoyance crept into his features. "Are you out of your mind? What do you mean, so what?"

"Far be it from me to argue your case when I don't believe in it, but I don't seek to win you to what I believe is the truth by default. I would want to win you over with the true facts, not with this flimsy evidence."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, was it Kahlan's face you saw to prove to you that it really was her? No, it couldn't be-there was no face left. Just a skull-no face, no eyes, no features. The skeleton was wearing the dress of the Mother Confessor. So what? I was in the Confessors' Palace and there were other dresses there like that.

"So was a name stitched on a gold ribbon enough to prove it to you? Enough to bring you to an end of your search, your beliefs? After all the things that Cara and I have said to you, have argued to you, have reasoned to you, you all of a sudden feel that this flimsy evidence proves you delusional? A skeleton in a coffin holding a ribbon with her name stitched on it is enough to suddenly convince you that you dreamed her up, just as we've been telling you all along and you've refused to believe? Don't you think that the ribbon is just a little too convenient?"

Richard frowned at her. "What are you getting at?"

"I don't believe that's what is really going on with you. I think you're wrong about your memories but I don't believe that the Richard I know could be convinced by the dubious evidence in that grave. This isn't even because Zedd doesn't believe your memories any more than Cara and I do."

"Then what's it about?"

"This is all because you believed a corpse in a coffin was her because you were afraid it was true after your grandfather said that he was disappointed in you and that you let him down."

Richard started to turn away, but Nicci seized his shirt and pulled him back, forcing him to face her.

"That's what I think this is about," she said with fierce resolve. "You're sulking because your grandfather said you were wrong, said that you disappointed him."

"Maybe because I did."

"So what?"

Richard's face screwed up in confusion. "What do you mean, 'so what'?"

"I mean, so what if he's disappointed in you. So what if he thinks you did a stupid thing. You're your own man. You did what you reasoned you had to do. You acted because you thought you had to act and do the things you did."

"But I.»

"You what? You disappointed him? You made him angry at what you decided to do? He thought more of you and you let him down? You came up short in his eyes?"

Richard swallowed, not wanting to admit it aloud.

Nicci lifted his chin and made him look into her eyes.

"Richard, you have no responsibility to live up to anyone else's expectations."

He blinked at her, looking speechless.

"It's your life," she insisted. "You're the one who taught me that. You did what you thought you must. Did you turn down Shota's offer because Cara disagreed with you? No. Would you have turned down Shota's offer if you knew I thought you were wrong to give her your sword? Or would you have turned her down if both of us told you that you'd be a fool to accept? No, I don't think so.

"And why not? Because you were doing what you thought you must do and as much as you would hope we would agree with you, in the end it didn't matter what we thought. Your conviction was what you had to act upon. You didn't quail at the decision, you acted. You did what you felt you had to do. You were making the decision based on what you believed, for reasons only you can truly know, and that it was the right thing to do. Isn't that correct?"

"Well — yes."

"Then what difference should it make if your grandfather thinks you're wrong. Was he there? Does he know everything you knew at the time? It would be nice if he believed in what you did, if he supported you and said 'good for you, Richard, but he didn't. Does that suddenly make your decision wrong? Does it?"

"No."

"Then you can't let it take over your mind. Sometimes the people who love us the most have the highest expectations for us, and sometimes those expectations are idealized. You did what you had to do, given what you believed and what you know, to find the answers you needed to solve the problem. If everyone else in the world thinks you're wrong, but you believe you're right, you have to act on what you have sound reason to believe. Numbers of those against you don't change the facts and you must act to find the facts, not satisfy the crowd or any particular individual.

"You have no responsibility to live up to anyone else's expectations. You have only to live up to your own expectations."

Some of the light, the fire was back in his intent gray eyes. "Does this mean that you believe me, Nicci?"

She sadly shook her head. "No, Richard. I think your belief in Kahlan is a result of your injury. I think you dreamed her up."

"And the grave?"

"The truth?" When he nodded, Nicci took a deep breath. "I think that is the real Mother Confessor, Kahlan Amnell."

"I see."

Nicci seized his jaw again and made him look back at her. "But that doesn't mean that I'm right. I'm basing my belief on other things-things I know. But I don't think that anything I saw in that coffin, as much as I believe it's her, really proves it. I've been wrong in my life before. You've thought I'm wrong all along in this. Are you going to do as someone says who you think is wrong? Why would you do that?"

"But it's so hard when no one believes me."

"Sure it is, but so what? That doesn't make them right and you wrong."

"But when everyone says you're wrong it starts to make you have doubts."

"Yes, sometimes life is really hard. In the past doubts have always made you dig all the harder for the truth, to be sure you were right because knowing the truth can give you the strength to fight on. This time, your shock at seeing a body in the Mother Confessor's grave when you hadn't anticipated even the possibility of one being there, coupled with your grandfather's unexpectedly harsh comments right in that moment of horror, overwhelmed you.

"I can understand how it was the last straw and you couldn't fight it anymore. Everyone can sometimes reach the limits of their endurance and give up-even you, Richard Rahl. You are mortal and you have your limits just like everyone else does. But you have to deal with that and move on. You've had time to temporarily give up, but now you have to take control of your own life again."