Give me the capacity to save us. “Take this,” he said to Adrotagia, pulling down a sheet he’d annotated. “This will work.” She nodded, towing Mrall from the room as Taravangian knelt before the broken, ripped, sliced-up remnants of the Diagram. Light and truth. Save what he could. Abandon the rest. Thankfully, he had been given that capacity.
