"Oh," says Dar, rather blankly. The name is super-familiar, but not in the context of members of the crew. "Oh! That guy the crew was supposed to get rid of, 'cause he was going to cause a huge happening that would change reality. Yeah, he was going to kill like a million people. I mean, he did, back in what was history for me. We heard about what happened from some of the Heptarchate people, back home, before the shooting started. When we actually used to talk to them."

She thinks about this for a moment. By the end of the Great Bleed, the Heptarchate had killed more than six million on Hartsh. But it took them several years and didn't involve unspeakable weapons that wrecked the planet, and anyway, they were all enemies. "A million, including his own, and pretty much all at once, right? And that's part of why they became such bastards, the Heptarchate."

She crosses her arms and frowns, leaning against the doorpost. "And he's just walking around here, huh? There's some reason that's a good idea?"