Keenly noticing the space where his hand no longer is, the Knight nods. What could Lemm have done? What could anyone have done? They did what they could when they walked away.

I don't regret it. Of course. I wouldnt have regretted it even if he found another way. I didnt really know him.

They think of the Nailsmith's back, looming large in their vision. Of Cloth's fear and later cheer. Of their sibling, still horrifically injured, crouched in the Failed Tramway for Hornet to track.

I didnt really know a lot of people here.