"At least our skills can be put to some use." And it seemed like they were far enough from other people for Gaheris to ask, with a certain urgency.

"What happened, before you were here." Because something had. Dylan was too hardened, his uniform was gone, and he had an emotional distance. He had his suspicions. Did he give in? Did he admit what the Nietzscheans were planning? Or had he done the unthinkable and-

And-

He went into it expecting his wives to come out widows. But it was still a terrible thought, coupled with the failure of the man that gave their children his genes. They they trusted to aid in their survival. He had to think it would be worth it.