The Black Prism - Pg 412

   "These, these..."
   "Those are what make grenadoes kill. That's what we're doing, Aliviana. We're killing people. Right here, right now. We're using Orholam's gift to kill Orholam's children. Most of whom are fools who could be our friends at any other time. It's a hard world. You want me to lie about it? You want to be protected after all?"
   Liv felt the blood drain out of her. Her father's words were a sponge, sucking up her illusions, blotting up the thin joy she'd gotten from being in his presence again, in trusting someone to make her decisions for her. Something snapped.
   "Father, I can't do this," she said...
   For a moment, she saw keen sorrow in her father's eyes. He looked--for the first time she'd ever seen in her whole life--old, haggard. "Liv." He paused. "At some point, you have to decide not merely what you're going to believe, but how you're going to believe. Are you going to believe in people, or in ideas, or in Orholam? With your heart, or with your head? Will you believe what's in front of you, or in what you think you know? There are some things you think you know that are lies. I can't tell you what those are, and I'm sorry for that."
   It seemed to Liv that this was his long way of explaining Fealty to One.