There are no titles that need to go along with that, no allusion to servitude or anything of that sort. He might have made York what he is now, but he is still his own creature. This life is his to make of what he wishes.
He rises, the pressure leaving the bed.
"I'd been observing the Freelancers for some time. Or what remains of you. The Director has hidden himself away, and the remnants now close in upon themselves." He'd just happened to be in the right place at the right time to see York fall, and be there to retrieve him.
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There are no titles that need to go along with that, no allusion to servitude or anything of that sort. He might have made York what he is now, but he is still his own creature. This life is his to make of what he wishes.
He rises, the pressure leaving the bed.
"I'd been observing the Freelancers for some time. Or what remains of you. The Director has hidden himself away, and the remnants now close in upon themselves." He'd just happened to be in the right place at the right time to see York fall, and be there to retrieve him.