Wheely and Rose are dead. Murdered. Engberg is missing, and from what Sharper has witnessed there is solid evidence that the Bahro (or at least some rogue element of the species) bears us ill will.
I do not know what to think. All I know is there was nothing I could do. Nothing for Wheely, the rescue, I couldn't even bring Michael from his revalries when I had the chance. I do not think I have ever felt so useless in my entire life. Useless and afraid.
I need time to think. I need to be alone.
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