“That was me, you know. I’m the younger brother that was sold as a slave in Kishna-Farriga. And Relos Var did try to buy me.” “Oh,” Janel said, “so you’re that brother.” “Yeah, well, I’m not his brother at all, technically. At least, not in this life.” Janel shrugged. “I don’t think he sees the distinction.” “No, no, I suppose he doesn’t. He hates me like I’m his real brother, anyway.”
