“Yes,” Einen nodded. “Because why create something if you don’t want it to be better than you, my friend? For example, I’d only be happy if Shakur surpassed me in everything one day. Well, except maybe my hair...” The islander patted his bald head. “The Kesalia family already lacks hair.”
Hadjar laughed. It was hard for him to get used to the idea that Einen had learned how to joke.
Half a millennium... Oh, Evening Stars, what a monstrous span of time that was. How many moments, how many stories, how much of everything Hadjar had missed and would never be able to make up for. But that had been the price. And he’d paid it. Just as Anise and Dora and Shakh had paid it.
“Sorry to interrupt your bonding time, honored ones,” Helmer appeared on the wall. “But they’ve sent a request to negotia
