Vanyel goes quiet, staring at his lap.
"I think..." He stops, fidgets with the hem of his tunic. "I think, maybe, people with huge holes in them...aren't really Herald material? I think Yfandes doesn't know what to do about it. I think no one knows what to do about it." He shrugs, helplessly. "I really want it to be true that someday I can pull myself together and actually be capable of using my Gifts to help people. Because there are a lot of people in bad situations and they deserve help? And I - I could do a lot of things to make Valdemar better, if I weren't such a mess."
He shakes his head. "Lancir said it was fine if it took me years. That I'm dealing with something that's actually really hard and that no one blame me or judges me that I can't take on as much as, oh, Tran. But it's been years. I guess things are a lot better than they were at the start? Just, I feel like I'm still not good enough to be a Herald and I don't know if I ever will be."