“I am a worm,” he whispered, head hanging, tears dripping. “An utter worm!” “Oh, no. Worms do some good.” Savine slowly sat back, lip wrinkled with disgust, the angry flush fading from her cheek. “Cowardly liar you may be, ridiculous fantasist you may be, disloyal scum you certainly are, but for reasons I cannot divine… people listen to you.”
