“I have no desire for revenge,” Balam says calmly. “And even if I did, I have violence-inhibiting restraints. And so do you, Sevan. You can walk around with that typhon on your hip, but you’ll never be able to use it.” Sevan’s eyes go shiny with emotion, her breathing rapid, her folded arms nearly trembling. She looks around the table, then at Salim. “Salim can break our restraints. Can’t you?” It hits Salim right then that these people are now his responsibility, and he suffers a wave of fear that he’ll fail them somehow. He clears his throat, looking fixedly at the table. “I could, I
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