Logan folded his arms. His voice was granite.My word stands.Can you love an idea more than you love a man and not become a monster? How many friends will you sacrifice on the altar of Justice, Logan?If you force my hand, at least one.They were standing on a precipice. Socially, Logan had always been Kylar's superior. Morally, Kylar had always felt inferior, too. But they'd never been placed in a direct hierarchical relation. Now Logan was giving an order. He would not be moved.Kylar could only accept his order and accept all his orders henceforth, or reject it and them forever. There was a part of him that yearned to obey. He was convinced that killing Terah was the right thing, but Logan's moral compass was a more accurate instrument than Kylar's. What was it about submission that was so hard? Kylar wasn't being asked for blind servility. He was being asked to obey a man he knew and loved and respected, who in turn respected him.'The wolfhound is pampered by the fire. The wolf is hunted in the cold.'Do you know how much I love you, Logan? Kylar asked. Logan opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, Kylar said, This much. And left.
~ Brent Weeks
