Surrender, thought Gil. Maybe it wasn’t the coward’s way after all. Maybe surrender, when it was called for, was the hard part. Not the fight. But how did you know when it was called for? And freedom, that sacred cow that was always invoked as an excuse for bad behavior, all manner of atrocity—what was it, even? They told you to love it, in the schools and the songs, but never said what it was. Possibly, to many of them, all it meant was the right to have money. Or get more of it.
