“I loved fine things when they said the right things about me. Fine things say the wrong thing now. And we are that much closer to the Agriont. It’s a shorter trip to the Assembly.” He knew he should’ve been grateful. Instead, he felt faintly nettled. “I can walk.” “I know. But it hurts you. Why walk further than you have to?” “To prove that I can,” he grunted, gripping the handle of his crutch.
