Chapter 73 The Crack Behind CaldrenValve stopped at the territory's edge when Caldren and Viridius didn't.
Alistair had been watching the formation withdraw, Caldren's measured stride leading it, Viridius's green armor catching the thin light, the three soldiers behind them in a clean line.
He had expected all of them to keep moving.
Caldren's business was done, the withdrawal was underway, and there was no reason for anyone to stop.
However, Valve stopped.
He turned back, not dramatically, just halted and looked. Twenty meters of flat ground lay between them, and the morning light was grey and thin across his face.
Alistair furrowed his brows.
'He's actually going to do it.'
Valve was twenty-three years old, as Due's assessment had put it, twenty-three and commanding since nineteen, bleeding for other people since nineteen.
