"There is always one final Contract, and you don't know which it will be until it comes due."

Lucanis' own voice is soft, thoughtful. People like them lived on the edge of death all the time, it seemed odd to prioritize one as worse than the other. One somehow more of a guarantee.

Between the devil, or the devil you know.

Lucanis didn't move away either. Instead - slowly, carefully, like he was trying not to startle a wild animal, he brought his fingers up to lightly trace the scar over Davrin's brow.

"What's this from?"