Kuyi Tulan's repentance was like a flame in the Deep Winter Season: warm, yet incapable of dispelling the biting cold.
Dastan, in the cage, roared with laughter. "Indeed! A 'once-in-a-century genius' actually let us monsters be snatched away right under his nose. It's simply the biggest joke imaginable."
Dastan's laughter filled the entire pub. Kuyi Tulan's Exchange Spell had merely swapped the physical space they occupied. While they couldn't act as they pleased, they could still speak their minds.
"All I can say is that I wasn't strong enough over a decade ago. Please forgive me for not being able to protect you then."
"Pah!" Dastan found Kuyi Tulan increasingly repulsive. How dare he speak of protection when all this suffering was his doing? And now he has the gall to talk about protecting us? "You? Protect us? What a joke! You have no right to say such a thing."
