Simon Randell személy
Idézetek
– Are you ever not drinking?
With a tiny grin, he mumbled into his glass, – Helps me sleep. Keeps me sharp. Keeps the voices at bay.
– Which is it, then?
– All. Or none. – He leaned his head back against the chair, closed his eyes, and let out a long, animal groan of satisfaction. – What about you, Eliana? What voices do you hear in the deep dark of night?
18. fejezet
“People like us don’t fight for our own hope,” he said quietly. “We fight for everyone else’s.”
“You’re not her, Eliana.” Shadows cloaked the long lines of Simon’s body, shrouding all but his eyes in darkness. “You’re not your mother.”
“No, but I’m her daughter. Or so you say. What makes you think I’ll be any different from her?”
“Because I knew her. And I know you.”
Eliana scoffed. “You hardly know me.”
“I know enough,” came his low reply. “No one can decide what you become except you. Not me, and not your parents. You have a choice ahead of you, just as she did, and I have faith that you will make it wisely.”
“A charming place,” Navi observed mildly.
A smirk twitched at Eliana’s mouth. “Perhaps we should enter Simon into one of those fights downstairs, win ourselves some coin for your refugees, Hob.”
Simon stopped at a door in the wall. “Only if you are my opponent, Dread. We could recreate our first meeting for everyone.”
“The one when I would’ve beaten you, had you not pulled a gun on me?”
“The one when I knocked you soundly on your ass.”
26. fejezet
Simon stared down at the baby. Her dark, serious eyes locked onto his face as if he were the most interesting thing in the world. Despite his aching head and the horrible hollow pain in his gut, Simon allowed her a small smile.
“Hello,” he said and touched her cheek. “I’m Simon.”
