That man had indeed crumbled, just as Jok thought. He didn't think there was a flaw in his movements. The strangeness lay in that boy – of course it did. There was something about him that eclipsed what Jok knew of Blessed Warriors, there was another dimension, something that produced inconsistencies in the results that Jok would expect.
He narrowed his eyes. There were two sides to Jok. He embodied duality more than most men. There was his reckless and impulsive side, and his cautious side. Both reigned supreme above everything else. He would build plans carefully, organize everything around him to the most careful degree, and then he would get a sudden urge to do something irrational.
