//No, that's about the tall and short of it,// Jono admitted, running a hand through his hair. //Karla would try to put a stop to it in a heartbeat, not because those people don't deserve it, but because of what it's costing me. And thus far, only you, Morton, and myself know about the particulars.//

He shrugged.

//I've been spreading myself too bloody thin. I know that. Picking through heads by day. Assessing the threat. Acting as judge, jury, and executioner by night. I haven't gotten so far as to act on Orwellian 'thought crime' alone, we only act on those who have an active plot that they're in the process of executing, but the amount of those looking to take advantage of the window of a few months while the Ebon-Grey Queen is essentially helpless is...//

Jono shook his head, lifting a hand to rub at his temple.

//For Winsol, I'm thinking of giving Karla and Warren a plaque, awarding them first place for worst bloody timing in Kaeleeran history. I'll call it, 'The Glorious Sodding Idiot Award.'//