Waybound (Cradle, #12)

by Will Wight

Lindon gave Dross a reproachful look, but the spirit shrugged. [It’s true. All instances of me worked very hard to keep them alive. It was not easy. I deserve praise.] Lindon laid his human hand on Dross’ head. “Gratitude, Dross. How close was it?” [Not that close. Don’t worry about it.] “How close?” [Not worth worrying about! Just stop worrying, take my word for it, and never ask me that question again.]