After Lindon declared that he wanted to take guardianship of Sophia, Argrave asked the first question that came to mind. Life wasn’t one or the other—it was a gradient.

“Why not both?”

Vasquer projected only uncertainty, as the messages she bore could not answer such questions. It faded as something welled up from within her being, and Argrave felt something dormant come to bear. Lindon, who had been waiting and watching, spoke in appreciably non-mental terms.

“The dictates of the treaty make such a thing impossible.”

Argrave realized in hindsight that the question might’ve been foolish, but tugging on the corner of this shared space within Vasquer’s mindscape, he felt Orion’s confusion and hesitance. In ages past he might’ve thought Orion simply didn’t understand something, but he knew better now. His brother’s hesitance made him gain some of his own—hesitance quickly mirrored by Elenore.

Argrave was going to ask what Lindon wanted with Sophia, but Elenore’s voice cut through the din.

“Why were you able to contact Vasquer now where you couldn’t before? That, too, was dictated by the treaty, no?”

Argrave’s own question caught in his tongue—or mind, as it were. Hers was a good question that everyone, including even Vasquer, came to mirror. Argrave could hear Elenore’s voice bouncing around without end as all reflected the inquiry with their own minds.

“Because the circumstances of the treaty allowed me to,” Lindon answered.

“I think it’s well past time that you show us the damned treaty, then,” Argrave said with a laugh. “You keep mentioning it, and then defying what you’ve established.”

“I cannot show it, for reasons you can doubtless guess: the treaty itself.” Quietude reigned for a few seconds before Lindon appealed briefly, “You know my nature. I have given to you without end. This will not be an exception.”

made sense. Lindon had given a lot, but at some point, favors

was just that, Argrave didn’t see something too wrong with it. It wasn’t all that different from her healing the disabled, as far as he was

you want Sophia for,” Argrave continued. “I don’t care who they are, no one could’ve predicted

only to safeguard her

I’m not too fond of meddling with the mind too much, even if you claim it’s already been done to me without my knowledge. Sophia is fine as she is. If we can play around the treaty—perhaps have Sophia visit you as we did, or something of that sort—then we could do it. Unless, of course, there’s

silence for a long few seconds, and Argrave felt

to remove the

aback. Everything that he’d experienced while travelling through the Tree of Being with his siblings told him that wasn’t a common sentiment, or even a sentiment at all, among the Gilderwatchers. They had their presence of mind, the ability to communicate with one another, and that was all they needed. Argrave got the impression most had little desire to interfere with the trivialities of the surface world. Argrave supposed that Lindon was different. It would make sense, right? Without a body, his existence was the mind alone. In

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wider world? How could they have provoked a genocide against them? It must’ve been Lindon. That was concerning. But

remove it?” Elenore

chafe with their freedom

subdued than any other Gilderwatcher, never raged or spoke of rebellion against the hand that fate had dealt them. Though tricksome and troublesome, he was always

little bit of earnestness? You’ve seen me—greedy as can be. Even if you’ve got some strange wants, A), given Vasquer had children with a human, you can’t be the weirdest Gilderwatcher. And B),

was deafening. Argrave was ready to speak again before Lindon’s voice came back, dark and dreary.

Argrave was

this place, together. If you

It was Lindon’s voice…

where Lindon’s body perished after probing that which he should not. The memory of the attack did little to prepare for the reality of it. As it came closer, Argrave’s body ceased to function. When it was almost upon him, he

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