“There are two kinds of people, Baru. One kind is like Auroreal. They just go on and on, no matter how awful the circumstances. But you’re like the other kind. You’re like Purpose. You are a precision instrument, intolerant of damage. You must be calibrated.” She took Baru’s hand, inspecting the bandaged stubs of the two fingers Tain Shir had cut away. “You’re brilliant, but you break so easily.”
