“No,” I tell him, enunciating the word carefully so that I sound stronger than I feel. “It isn’t going to help anyone.”
“You don’t know that and I’d like to find out for sure,” he says.
“You’re right,” S?ren says before swallowing. “It doesn’t matter if I didn’t do it myself; I stood by while it happened—not just to him but to thousands of others. I’m going to end it.”
Frederick sneers at him. “You can’t end anything, Prinkiti. You’re in chains, on a ship full of people who hate you.”
S?ren doesn’t have a response to that, so he says nothing. After a moment, Frederick’s fists slowly unclench.
“After you people came and destroyed everything, I wanted nothing to do with the rest of the world. I just wanted my home back,” he says, each word a dagger. “Leonidas was different. He still wan
