Page 180CHENDRY: (his hand on Spondule’s shoulder) It is all we have, my friend. No power and no affiliations. We have our obligation to fellow new people, same as everyone. (Spondule, suddenly aggressively bored, flicks away his cigarette) To grasp too tightly, with too much violence and suspicion... It would be the same as what the Wretch* did, and it would doom us, too. *At Zotul, rendered "Wretch" throughout; more literally "condemned one"--ed |
  
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