“He’s just a man,” I said. “That’s how I live with myself.”
The man sitting across from me frowned at the game tiles, not looking at me as he selected a piece and placed it on the board. “What about his witch?”
I sighed. “You actually believe that? I thought more highly of you.”
He still did not look at me. “Even if he’s not… what they say, the things he’s done. The things you’ve done, now…”
This time I was the one looking away, studying game tiles with unseeing eyes. I played a piece.
“You’re surrounded,” he said. “You lose.”
I shrugged. “So it must be.”