“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” “You mean destroying these statuettes?” he asks. “Yes,” I say, nodding. “Yes.” “Why?” “I can’t explain it.” “Try.” “Ever since I was old enough to know who I was, I knew that the future everyone wanted for me wasn’t what I wanted for myself. I wasn’t encouraged to make a career in the Cavars; I was only supposed to serve for a few fleats—do my service, and then leave it behind to go into the family business.”
