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"Roge,	I'm	leaving."
His	brother	nodded.	That	was	all.	He	simply	nodded.
"Did	you	understand	what	I	said?"
"Of	course	I	did.	What	do	you	want	me	to	say,	Tarlain?	You've	made	your
choice.	Father	and	I	have	already	discussed	what	it	means	for	us.	We	will	do
what	we	need	to	do	to	fill	the	gap."
Tarlain	bit	back	his	first	reply.	"Do	you	really	think	it	was	my	choice?	Do	you
really	think	this	is	what	I	want?"
Roge	waved	his	hand	dismissively.	"You've	shown	it	by	your	actions,	little
brother.	What	do	you	want	me	to	say?	Father	told	me	exactly	what	you'd	been
planning.	Do	you	think	I'm	just	going	to	ignore	that?"
"But	I	wasn't�"
"Of	course	you'd	say	that."
Tarlain	stepped	forward	and	placed	his	hands	flat	on	the	desk,	leaning	across	the
surface	and	bringing	his	face	closer.	Roge	leaned	back	in	his	chair,	moving	away,
looking	slightly	uncomfortable.
"By	the	Prophet,	Roge,"	said	Tarlain.	"What	do	you	think	I	am?	Will	you	stop
and	think	for	a	minute?	Listen,	I'm	worried	about	father,	the	way	he's	behaving.
You	must	have	noticed	it	too.	Doesn't	that	matter	to	you?"
Roge	avoided	meeting	his	gaze.	"Of	course	it	matters.	It	matters	because	we
need	to	be	strong	now.	Father's	time	is	done.	He's	had	some	good	years.	Now,	it's
time	for	him	to	step	aside.	We	can't	afford	your	na�ve	little	ideals,	Tarlain.
There's	too	much	to	do."	He	looked	up	at	Tarlain,	then,	the	accusation	clear	in
his	face.	"You	should	care	about	now.	You	should	care	about	what	we	have	to
do.	I	can't	afford	to	let	you	make	any	more	trouble.	You'll	have	to	work	things
out	for	yourself.	We	will	just	have	to	make	do	without	you.	I	always	thought	you
weren't	really	good	enough	for	the	job	anyway."
"Do	you	care	about	anything	but	your	grand	plans,	Roge?"