"You might remember it."
"Even so, what then?"
"Then you might also remember what I did, or tried to do, and you would hate me for it," said Jason.
"Was your crime so inhuman?" said Sunlocks.
"It would seem so," said Jason.
"The Republic."
"You won't tell me your name?"
"I've got none, so to speak, having had no father to give me one. I'm alone in the world."
Michael Sunlocks did not sleep much that night, for the wound in his hand was very painful, and next morning, while Jason dressed it, he looked into his face once more and said, "You say you are alone in the world."