S'pose... know Marisa always talked on horses, and no one liked writing Verses. But I know that same as I know Starkhaven's gone. Real, and gone, and it's someone told me both.

[ always been good enough for the maker. he's seen proof in the realness of the world, in the names on a list. the creak of hinges, a muffled answer: no, thanks, only me up here —

the door shuts again. ]

Sorry. 'S just Barzini.