“For him to introduce himself as such to you meant something,” Nektas added. “Maybe it did before.” Sighing, I leaned against the column. “But he’s not Ash to me any longer.” His head tilted, the vertical slits of his pupils expanding until they were almost more commonly shaped. “He is how you wish him to be,” he said. “As you are what you wish to be to those of the Shadowlands and beyond. That is up to you. No one else.”
