The pieces clicked together and suddenly, Isamu looked up. “Oh! Yes, that is right. Robert is your brother! Of course, you have known Tom and his family for a quite some time. And have likely amassed quite a number of interesting anecdotes, if your expression there is any indication.”

Ziggy’s comment on what Rekker felt like, Isamu decided, was better left alone. It was a very powerful metaphor of death and destruction, a paradoxical stillness surrounded by a maelstrom. But he wasn’t sure whether that was better or worse than being compared to the monstrous bastards who vivisected Mister Newton…