“Death… is… not… atonement,’ said Boreas. ‘Not even… now… at the end…’ Sigismund felt something cold tighten within him. Boreas’ gaze had gone distant; the rhythmic beat of the pumps rose, labouring. The tubes and flasks gurgled and sputtered. The fluid in the jars was dark. ‘You… atone… by… living… until… until the last… blow… of the sword.”
―
John French,
The Solar War
