“Do you realize, Nero, that if you hadn’t come to my window in Weep that night with your shard of mesarthium, I’d never have stopped the citadel from falling, and we would all be dead?” “Do you know, Strange,” returned Thyon, who was not about to take any credit, “that if you hadn’t given me the spirit from your veins, I wouldn’t have had a shard to begin with?” “Well then,” said Lazlo, wry. “It’s a good thing we were always such excellent friends, working together for the good of all.” It mightn’t have been true before, but perhaps it could be.
