‘Why did you show me this?’ I asked. Hess smiled, or would have had the curl of his mangled lip allowed it. ‘Times are hard, and harder for those like us still. Good to have friends, ain’t it? There’ll come a day when you need to escape all this. Might need friends to see you away, to find your own life. One that isn’t gripped in Redwinter’s iron fist. Anyway. Get off with you. Day’s a-wasting.’
