“Lector, my old friend, how grave is it ...?” He rolled him over. And, although he appeared to have sustained only minor injuries, cuts and bruises by the look of it, the elderly man’s eyes were vacant and shell-shocked. No, it was more than that, they were the eyes of a man who had lost faith in the very ground beneath him, indeed, reality itself. They were the eyes of a man who had suffered a thousand cuts and bruises over the course of a long life, and survived them all, only to have been broken all in an instant.
“Someone see to him,” said Valdus, then stood and hurried to the gunwale. “The Revolution cannot succeed without him.”
And they shoved off toward the wreckage.
VII | Dravidian Before
Although they hadn’t yet gained the top of the stairs, Dravidian could already see the fee
