Everyone I fought against, everyone I fought alongside—everyone is against me! The Brians’ indigenous people want me dead; the Oversight Service wants to shoot me. And my personal mortal enemy is hunting me too, and hostile sectarians decorated with a tattoo in the shape of a clawed paw are after me—what they want from me, since I’ve crossed their path, is completely unclear. I didn’t want to return to this meat grinder, and if it weren’t for my daughter’s illness, I’d be at home.