His face darkened. "Official count is two hundred and thirty-seven dead. Two hundred civilians. Thirty-seven resistance members and soldiers. Another eight hundred injured, ranging from minor to critical."
I'd known it would be bad but hearing the number still hit like a punch. Two hundred and thirty-seven people are gone just like that because the League wanted to make a point.
"Could have been worse," Uncle Victor continued quietly. "If you and Celestius hadn't held The Huntress and if Victoria hadn't arrived when she did. If the evacuation hadn't succeeded..." He shook his head. "We'd be counting thousands."
"That's supposed to make me feel better?"
"It's supposed to remind you that you saved eight thousand lives. Don't lose sight of that in the grief."
I closed my eyes. Tried to process it and failed.
"What about politically?"
