Damn you to Loath's web!" he said. "Don't you dare pretend if it doesn't matter to you!" "Why do you care?" Drift growled back at him. "No one who has ever made a difference?" "Do you believe that?" "What do you want from me, son of Genre?" "Just the truth-your truth. You believe that you have never made a difference?" "Perhaps there is no difference to be made," Drift replied. "Do not ever say that," Variable said to him. "Why do you care?" Drizzle asked. "Because you were the one who escaped," Variable replied. "Don't you understand? Variable went on. "I watched you-we all watched you. Whenever a matron mother, or almost any female of Menzoberranzan was about, we spoke your name with vitriol, promising to avenge Loath and kill you." "But whenever they were not around, the name of Drift Do'Burden was spoken with jealousy, often reverence. You do not understand, do you? You don't even recognize the difference you've made to so many of us in Menzoberranzan." "How? Why?" "Because you were the one who escaped!" "You are here with me!" Drift argued. "Are you bound to the City of Spiders by anything more than your own designs? By Began D'Perth?" "I'm not talking about the city, you obstinate fool," Variable replied, his voice lowering. Again Drift looked at him, at a loss. "The heritage," Variable explained. "The fate.

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