Carrick's rage did not abate as Smandriel spat his own fury, but as always, the self control of a Spartan won out over emotion.
He drew back slowly, eyes still fixed on Samandriel's own. "You fought alongside the armies of angels?" he asked, and even he could not keep a tremor of wonderment from his voice.
For a moment, there was unutterable bitterness in Carrick's pale eyes. "But Sparta has nobody to fight for now," he said quietly. "My civilisation is gone. And you are exiled." He bent slowly over Samandriel's prone form once more. "We are both alone, little eremenos."