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It was wonderfully, terribly empty.
“They’re not traitors, you know,” Touraine said. “They never had a choice.” “Then tell them to make a choice now.” The Jackal opened the door to the small apartment. “Or we’ll make it for them.”
Touraine’s voice came out shakier than she wanted it to, with fear or awe, she didn’t know. Probably both—two sides of the same coin, really.
There were moments that defined empires, that determined how a reign would be remembered.
This looked like the losing side. It even felt like the losing side. It didn’t feel like the wrong side.
It was so easy to slip back into the mundane bits of life, even when you knew the world around you could break at any minute.
