“Surely you know,” Gar said. “I’ll not speak for the others, but as for me, prophecy or no, I go where you go. You are my life, Corban, my breath, the reason I wake and rise. When my da died…” He paused then, looked away, a muscle clenching in his jaw. “When my da died, the world became a dark place. It was only you that caused me to rise from my cot each day.”
