"Then at the very least you facilitate it," Verdant said. "You can see where it flows, and then the very image of you, symbolic or poetic, or literal - it serves as an inspiration for even the lowliest of men to dare to reach for more. I ask you this, my Lord. What happens when you reach that Fourth Boundary? These men that most would call peasants, and slaves, and even those broken men that we've seen ride under Yorick's banner, and those everso proud Blackthorn men, what would happen to them all?"
"I know not," Oliver said. "They might grow disillusioned, realizing the unfairness of fate. Why should I be granted the role of the Fourth Boundary when no others would be?"
"Because you're the one with the will to seize it," Lasha put in, speaking up for the first time in a short while.
