‘Victoire, please, I just think we need to escalate, otherwise—’ ‘I think you want it to fall,’ she accused. ‘I think this is just retribution for you, because you want to see it fall.’ ‘And why not?’ They’d had this argument before. The ghosts of Anthony and Griffin loomed between them: one guided by the conviction that the enemy would at least act in rational self-interest, if not altruism, and the other guided less by conviction, less by telos, and more by sheer, untrammelled rage.
