"…And what do you ask of me, if you will not heed my warning that you stop?" Penelope said.
"Feel for me, like a normal person should. We raiders are not normal. Our callousness is a weakness. Borne, Harland, Northy – they're all stronger with a heart," Vol said. "I cannot be like them, but I can see what they have, and recognize the strength of it."
"I do not know truly what it is that you ask of me," Penelope said. "But I shall be here, regardless, for as long as you need me."
"Then cease this talk of giving yourself over to the enemy," Vol said. "We have won."
He stood in that small carriage, and he tested the state of his arms, and his hands, and his fingers. And then his legs, and his neck, and his jaw. Everything was healed, as it ought to have been. The enemy certainly won't have been expecting that. He smiled, imagining Earl Maddon's surprise.
