“The Thunderhead would have been happy with that—and if you had agreed to that before today, I wouldn’t be here. But you didn’t accept exile. And I don’t work for the Thunderhead.” “You will come to regret this,” he told her. “Mark my words—if there’s one thing I know it’s that you will rue the day you made this choice. And when you do—” But any soliloquy he planned was pruned at the root with a single stroke.
