Several hours have passed—more than enough time to allow my anger to fester. The medical team removed the bodies of Crag"Dughai and Madoc and prepared them for the funeral. There would be some sort of ritual, reserved for the Explorer"s League, that involved jettisoning the bodies into space or something like that but I chose to return to my room instead of hanging around to learn the details. Over time my anger faded, leaving me with a hollow sensation that I tried to fill with multiple Cokes but a knock at the door interrupted my inevitable lapse into a sugar coma.
“Come in,” I said, not looking at the digital viewport.
Gard rolled into the room and parked himself next to the bed. Even though I looked at the ceiling, I felt his eyes on me.
“Are you ill, Nathan?” he asked.
Are you ill
