It was tempting. God, it was so very tempting. He hadn't killed a man since his return to Deck lands. And he'd left the Outside for that very reason, hadn't he? To be more than a mindless weapon governed by its instincts? Ethan's lip curled at the bitter irony.

And now, listening to this...husk that appeared to have David's face, spoke with David's voice, Ethan realized--this was not his father. This was not the former King of Spades, the proud, strong man who'd dreamed of a brighter future for his people.

No, this was a broken thing, perhaps all that was left of that man after betrayal, burdens and service had worn away those shoulders upon which Ethan had always leaned. Destroying it would be a kindness. And, may God forgive him always, but he didn't feel all that charitable just now.

But he could hope, couldn't he? Hope for just one scrap of familiarity from his former monarch, but perhaps that was too much. So he simply inclined his head with a false smile, replying, "Perhaps they will. We've had little to celebrate, as of late. Any excuse for revelry would be appreciated, I'd think."

Ethan then whistled for Kee'lah, the pup bounding up to her master, and the Spade sketched a half-bow to the figure before him. "If you'll excuse me, then. I have duties to attend to."