A Good Death Dilasa and I walk again on Sinesu, among shattered, blood-stained pieces of Sindar’s monument. Nearby, one of the large, automated weapons sits, quiet and dark. Part of the vision has come true Wisten is dead and the monument gone, but the town survives with little damage, and we’ve driven away the hunters.
Away Shazira is furious. “You’re leaving?!” I repeat what Mayla told us, and I try to explain, but Shazira continues to yell at me. Tzina and Dilasa come to our room, surprised by the yelling they hear when I open the privacy shield. Shazira stops when she sees the children. “What’s wrong?” asks Dilasa quietly. “Visions!” answers Shazira. “What visions?” asks Tzina. Shazira is silent. She doesn’t want to speak to the children while she is so angry at me.