“God, no. My parents were born there, but they moved when it started getting too crowded. Banvish immigrants breed like rabbits, and more of them pour off the boat every day. I don’t know how you live with it.” Jaime pauses, as though he’s waiting for Wes’s reaction. When he gives him nothing, he shrugs. “Besides, you can’t compete with the Yu’adir if you want to maintain any kind of integrity. They cheapen their goods so they can make more money.” “A very impressive account,” Wes says, “for someone who’s never removed his head from his own ass.”
