Ky wrinkled her nose at that. More choices. Gods. "I mean... it could be." He was a Lord. Decisions were kind of what he did, right?
Tadaaki had ended up in front of a window at the end of a hall, staring out into the early morning dawn and the very first hints of light creeping up on the horizon. He felt so old. So tired. And weak, on top of it all. How had a crippled old man managed to fight Wyl off better than he could -- when he was young and fit and strong? It was pitiful.
