‘You can never want too much. That’s how they silence us,’ I said. ‘They told us we were lucky to be in the penal colony instead of the æther. Lucky to be murdered with NiteKind, not the noose. Lucky to be alive, even if we weren’t free. They told us to stop wanting more than what they gave us, because what they gave us was more than we deserved.’ I picked up my jacket. ‘You’re not a prisoner any more, Arcturus.’
