Valentine stayed quiet now, listening.
"The problem with technology is how it functions. For any modern tech to work, it needs a steady, active supply of vita. A constant draw. So if we reintroduce old-world technology, cars, phones, cities filled with devices that run all day, it won't take long before the vita runs dry. And when that happens…"
He didn't need to finish the sentence.
Valentine exhaled slowly.
"Heh… wow, uh… that's… wow."
He was speechless. He didn't know what to say.
'Finally,' Malakai thought. There were no follow-up questions, no unnecessary commentary.
Malakai breathed a quiet sigh of relief. 'At last, silence.'
He sank into his thoughts, making sure to lock them away this time. He couldn't afford another slip. He truly wasn't fond of the man's nosy questions.
'Just one night,' Malakai told himself. 'I only need to survive one night in Ironhold.'
Then his eyes shifted toward the ceiling.
