“Of course she does. Everyone has something.” But if pressed, she wouldn’t be able to name any for Thannarat other than Eurydice, and that’s gone. She admired that in her senior partner, that core of absolute independence, unburdened by attachment. No place for softness, no chink in the armor. A force of nature more than a human being. “A world is so little, Recadat. What matters is passion. That is what propels people to great deeds, to terrible carnage. To hate or love is the true fuel behind human motive. You’ll immolate yourself for it and march forward even as you burn.”
