Totoka River A better Opportunity

Businessmen, that's all we are, he thinks idly. He spares another smile at Donovan's remark, perhaps even sometimes when we don't have to be as well. Colin has always been interested in people so consumed by their own goals, nothing else exists except for them, a physical body hurtling through space. Either that, or people who were very, very good at a certain kind of task. Fascinating in the way an autopsy of a former chess grandmaster's brain was fascinating.

Ruth would've called him childish for that. He raises his brows. "Do you believe in a god, then?" Saints of the Dying Light. If only people knew how terrifying angels really were. "You must be saints for someone."

He thinks about how funny it is that a pack as savage and ambitious as Donovan had described would be called saints, and then he thinks about what holiness really meant. The church back home. Theo. All of it haunts him.