“You asked to see me?” Dain folds his arms across his chest. “Of your own volition? No orders or anything?” For a second, I hesitate. Then I remember that he stabbed Varrish, he called the formation to split the quadrant, and when the truth came to light, he chose exile with a group of people who despise him because it was the right thing to do. “I need your help.” “All right.” He nods without waiting for an explanation. And just like that, I remember why he used to be one of my favorite people on the Continent.
