"They only talk to the seer? God, those higher powers just never give us the time of day." And he took another drink. “How do you decide something like that? ‘Hey, we gotta kill someone today. Hope one of you’s cool with it or we’re all fucked.” His voice turned dark.

It was a different sort of sacrifice, but a friend had died for him, and somehow this had all become an inadvertent reminder of it. It all turned out alright-- mostly-- but he didn’t want to remember it. He motioned to the server and gestured to his glass, a silent request for a refill.