"At the very least," Alpheo continued , each syllable spat out as if it were hot poison, "the Emperor of Romelia did not desert me when I needed him most. He stood by me, kept the South from tearing us apart, and bought us the time to breathe.
But that you don't recall, do you?You were not there, you were alone drinking yourself to death.
In your mind, the world's painted in crude strokes,black or white. If you don't like it, it doesn't exist. If it doesn't serve you, it's wrong. Well—" he leaned forward, eyes flashing, "—you're thirty years too fucking late. Welcome late to the club."
Egil's laughed in response.
"You're a cunt with a short memory. Did you forget Herculeia? Who saved your ass when the whole line bent and nearly broke? You don't recall the great Fox nearly choking on his own myth, eh? Without me, you'd have been carved up and left for the crows.
