Due was not going.
He had said so on the first night of the plan, and he had not said it again, because none of them had needed him to repeat it.
Due was holding the base, managing Frument, running intelligence with Sable, and keeping the territory stitched together while the rest of them walked toward something they might not return from.
That was the arrangement, and Alistair had accepted it days ago.
However, there was still a conversation that had not happened yet.
Alistair found him at the table the night before the departure. Due had not been sleeping, and he had not pretended to be sleeping either.
He had the same posture from the three days he had spent on the document, only now there was no document in front of him, just a single blank piece of paper and the same pen resting beside it.
Alistair sat down across from him without speaking.
