“So,” Xvim began, standing with his back to Zorian, gaze lingering out the window, his hands linked behind his back. “We’re alone, Mister Kazinski. What is it that you wanted to talk to me about that you didn’t want the others to overhear?”
“First,” Zorian said, taking out a notebook out of his jacket pocket,
“take a look at this.”
The notebook was, of course, the very list of people to interrogate for secrets that Xvim had given him in one of the previous restarts. The one
that had caused him so much self-doubt and worry. Xvim turned to face Zorian and carefully started leafing through it, his frown deepening ever further as time went by. Zorian patiently waited for him to finish, not saying a word.
“I suppose I’m th
