“And so you fear me and the Angar-Ryllan and believe we will destroy these people you owe your life to?” His head shook, somehow he couldn’t quite rationalise the creature’s fear. Perhaps one never truly accepts they aren’t on the side of angels. Fury seemingly hadn’t.

“Well. You have done more than enough to make finding them difficult. I am half tempted to hurt you quite badly for that.” His eyes burned for a moment. “Instead, I will give you a chance. Tell me your story, everything you remember from when you first opened your eyes. If you will not tell me how to find these people who helped you then tell me who they were and what they were like.” Fury’s hands flexed. “You will see it as a betrayal, perhaps, but do you think they gave you that weapon just to throw your life away fighting the Empire? Take my offer, tell me your story, I don’t want to kill you.”