“Nature would see me drawn and quartered.” Jun’s voice had taken on a flatter tone as he said this. Neutral. Matter-of-fact. Certain. “Nature would have me gutted. Nothing in this world will ever meet me and not want to slit my throat, because I wear the mark of death on my face. Because I had served death proudly.” He looked at Keema. “I envy anyone who can still trust nature. But I am beyond nature’s grace.
