A woman ran out to the aircar. She had the Alcheran look, Ranglen noted—dark skin, dark eyes and hair, relative youth. Barinda called her Disha. She said that the fire started after an argument over a murder. The killing apparently had not been done by any creature from the Blight, so it must have resulted from the uncertainty, frustration, and anger over the resurrections stopping.
Barinda said to Mylia and Ranglen, “It’s hard to believe, and it’ll only get worse. Resurrections cease and we immediately start killing each other—just when human life becomes most valuable. It makes no sense.”
“They’re distraught,” Disha argued. “They don’t know what they’re dealing with.”
“Then they’re fools. For once I agree with Sabal. Killing’s not the way to negotiate a life-threatening crisis. We’ve
