Gracewood cleared his throat. “I’m sorry.” “You don’t need to apologise to me.” “I will also apologise to Janner.” He sighed. “It makes no sense does it? Every part of my life, from my house to my land to my wardrobe to the food I eat, requires the work of others. Yet whenever someone tries to help me… help me personally, I become monstrous.” “It must be hard, being reminded that there are aspects of yourself you can no longer take for granted.” “Nevertheless,
