One lot apiece, one chance to undo an error or secure a fate.
Haste breeds error; error breeds woe.
Order is its own reward.
We fouled up. I did. He got hurt. Badly, maybe. And the god...is not helping him today.
Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price. And that price is blood. The sound of it in your veins. The pound of it in your head. The volume of it in a human body; the sickness when you've spilled it.
I'm just a weapon of the god.