“A favorite?” A measured silence. The Nexus combined with the summer heat and a headache have him in an odd mood. One he’ll indulge by alluding to a book that is not his favorite but will always come to mind whenever anybody asks.

“There was an old Czech storybook I read again and again when I was a boy. It feels like that should probably be my favorite, but...” His eyes flick back to Viatorus. He offers a small, apologetic smile, unable to say more. “I like so many. It’s hard to pick only one. Ah, are you interested in reading more literature?”