"Then we're in agreement on the broad strokes." Alistaire nods, speaking quietly.
"I won't keep you out of the loop, but I'll try to spare you any of the particularly distasteful details." He stands up, walking to the window and looking out at the city. The city. His city, or so he liked to think.
The Black King of New York.
Could he walk away from it?
Did he really want to? Did the 'new' him he aspired to want to?
"And Marcelo? What part are you going to have him play in this, besides sharing dibs on Crane?"
His own soul was rather far down the path of thorns already; he'd rather not drag anyone else too far, if they still had a chance of staying who they were.
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"I won't keep you out of the loop, but I'll try to spare you any of the particularly distasteful details." He stands up, walking to the window and looking out at the city. The city. His city, or so he liked to think.
The Black King of New York.
Could he walk away from it?
Did he really want to? Did the 'new' him he aspired to want to?
"And Marcelo? What part are you going to have him play in this, besides sharing dibs on Crane?"
His own soul was rather far down the path of thorns already; he'd rather not drag anyone else too far, if they still had a chance of staying who they were.