"You don't regret that?" Nathan asked, taking a seat at Mortimer's old desk.
"What is there to regret?"
"Isn't he your son or something?"
"My grandson."
"And?"
"He hath lived his life, yet knew not when to yield. A chance I did grant him, yet he didst persist in clinging to power. The world beyond is vast enough, yet to strive for dominion over so small a corner, even at the cost of sinking the vessel, is naught but pitiful. Such a blight must needs be uprooted."
"And you're different?"
"Mine aim is not to lead; mine purpose is to grant Earth a chance to endure."
"Sylas doesn't seem to believe so."
"Sylas trusteth me not, for he knoweth naught of me."
"I don't think I know much about you either."
"Mayhap. Yet Sylas treadeth a path apart. Leadership is not his calling from the first. I shall not marvel if ere long—"
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[Affiliation Head Transferred]
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[Affiliation Head Assigned]
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[Grimblade Lineage Head: Cassarae Grimblade]
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"—Well, there it is."
