Harry stood by the window in the Elori elder’s house, looking out on the town square. Driala and the elder were still arguing, still trying to decide what should be done with him. The Overseer just waited in the corner, observing the whole thing without comment.
There is no choice! the elder insisted.
There is no choice! “There’s always a choice!”
Harry spun around, putting his back to the window, glaring at the both of them. “That’s enough!” he snapped. “All this back and forth isn’t getting us anywhere. We need to find a compromise.”
Standing by the door with both hands gripping his staff, the elder regarded Harry with obvious skepticism. Compromise? he replied. Tell me, human, how exactly does one compromise with the laws of nature?
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