‘This path to redemption, Bonecaster. Know that I cannot forgive you. Not yet.’ ‘Nor I you.’ He nodded. ‘We both have learning ahead of us.’ With that, he turned once more. Back straightening, he strode to his sister. She knew her own kind, and had not yet been shorn of her love, her need, for kin. And, before Pannion began lifting his hands towards her, she opened her arms to him.
