Leon stared down at his hands a long time before responding. When he did, it was in a carefully neutral, emotionless voice. “I knew your sister. She asked a favor of me, and I’m finally upholding that agreement. As far as the Guild is concerned, Lucas Wildeboer, you don’t exist. No trace of your birth remains in any system on Earth. You’re a ghost. I suggest you pick a new name and get some records drawn up to bolster that identity, but the bottom line is that you’re no longer a target for the sins of your father... or uncle.”
