What do you hold allegiance to?” Elliot frowned. “Well, Serene. And—” “Do you love your country?” “What, England?” asked Elliot. “Wow. Am I a poet in 1914?” “What,” said Commander Woodsinger. “What,” said Elliot. “The Borderlands,” the commander clarified. “I think I’m probably still British on my passport,” said Elliot. “I hoped that after your years of training, you would have come to think of the Borderlands as your home.” “It hasn’t been that long,” Elliot pointed out. “I’m only fifteen.”
