I had to leave Martin's place. Been a bit of time in order to find someone new who would be willing to accept me, but here I am again. Sorry.
It was the Teliki, of course. I don't know which one, and I don't think it makes a difference. They're all the same, and you can't tell them apart, but they were displeased, to say the least. They made a threat, and I think they meant it.
The Officiant was there, and if he had had a face, I'm sure he would have been smirking at me. The Teliki didn't see him, of course. He was hiding, as he always does, just out of view. A presence, but one you can only sense, and very rarely see.
Martin is alive, for now at least. Being a Chrono-Nomad, you know how everyone ends up, and I know how Martin's life ends. I'm not going to spoil that for now, because it does tie in to some stuff later on, so I'll keep silent about it, but I will say this: He didn't deserve what happened to him. Or rather, what I think happened to him. I'm not really sure what happens when-
No, shut up, Ishmael. Spoilers.
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