It would have been simple and were it up to Telemachus he might have done it all over again, just as Gaheris did. Because that was the Nietzschean thing to do. Practical. But it hadn't worked out that way.

"We're not invincible---some Nietzcheans have forgotten that. We all have limitations. But it's up to us to realize them. And to that end--" Telemachus poured himself another glass and in a mock toast, downed it again before refilling.

"Would you care to explore your limitations with me?" Rhade held up the bottle and offered him a drink.