‘Then all that we have done, believed, fought for…’ He looked into Nathair’s eyes. ‘A lie?’ He felt dizzy suddenly, his legs weak. ‘No,’ Nathair hissed. ‘Think, man. Nothing has changed. Right and wrong, they are just ideas in our heads, meaning that we give to our actions. Our friendship is still the same, our oaths to one another still stand. That is what we must cling to. Our goals and our vision are still the same. Nothing of import has changed.’ ‘Nothing has changed,’ Veradis echoed. ‘Apart from the names,’ Nathair shrugged.
