Lyrion drinks. He does not say he is sorry. He says, "I remember."
Spoilers are necessary here, because the ending of The Fallen Elf is its most radical gesture. Lyrion does not save the Dark Land. He does not restore the World-Tree. He does not even forgive himself. In the final pages, he sits at the edge of a salt flat, the Blight’s mycelium threading through his own flesh. He is neither alive nor dead. A human child—the descendant of those forgotten laborers—brings him a cup of water. Not as thanks. Just as a thing one does. Dark Land Chronicle- The Fallen Elf
This is the book’s central argument: