He shakes his head with a bittersweet half smile. “It doesn’t matter. The moment’s passed.”
What did he think he needed to apologize for?
Whatever its faults, they have somewhere they call their own. One they’d fight for, die for. Home.
A disembodied voice tells me, “Five minutes to jump.”
“Afterward,” he says in lieu of greeting, “we have work to do.”
I nod. “I’d like to start with religion.”
Beside me, Vel unbuckles and holds out a hand. “Shall we?”
“No problem. I’m used to you.” I hope that’s not an overstatement.
Maybe I can do this after all.
“Is there anything else I should know?”
Like my first glimpse of Ithiss-Tor, cloud shrouded and indistinct, the future awaits.