His dark eyes reached past Whiskeyjack. ‘Commander, your soldiers …’ ‘What of them?’ ‘They are more … and less. No longer what they once were. Raraku, sir, has burned the bridges of their pasts, one and all – it’s all gone.’ He met Whiskeyjack’s eyes in wonder. ‘And they are yours. Heart and soul. They are yours.’ ‘More than you realize,’ Whiskeyjack said.