“Yes, that is your name. But since entering the f*******n Channels and seeing what was on the other side ...” He leaned toward him, gazing into his eyes intensely. “Who art thou?”
Dravidian was about to say that he was the same person as before when the prefect preempted him. “Don't answer, be silent. I know too well what thou would say. But you have seen through the veil, or so you think. And now you are in two worlds wherever you may be.” He traced his dead-blue fingertips over a dusty gold statuette in the form of a man whose skin and musculature had been selectively cut away, revealing his heart and brain and other organs. “On one world, this one, is written ‘Determinism.’ While on the other, the one from which you have returned, is written ‘Free Will.’” He dropped his pale hand and r
