“Not again,” groaned Hypnos. “It’s nothing but a symbol – ” Laila hissed in her breath. She could practically see Enrique brandishing a sword. “Nothing but a symbol?” repeated Enrique quietly. “People die for symbols. People have hope because of symbols. They’re not just lines. They’re histories, cultures, traditions, given shape.” Hypnos blushed and plucked at his vest.”
