"Maybe he tries to take the city," Siegmund suggested, his voice mostly apathetic but for the faintest hint of resistance to the idea.

He looked down at Tai Feng, who seemed to be doing much better now that Eileen was on the job, and felt immensely relieved that he'd managed to save her. Was this getting to be a thing for him? Coming across dying people and saving their lives? He hoped not. It was stressful to have that kind of responsibility.