“We’ll have to see,” Zechs said calmly, thinking much the same about the weather. They’re not on a ball of dirt orbiting a star. At any time, the computer program could upend things, just as it did when called the Augur. Bring about extreme cold so they were drawn to hold one another for warmth. Bring about extreme heat so they would need to lose all their clothes. They’re at the mercy of the simulation.

It’s infuriating.

Zechs was brought out of his thoughts, however, by the question. He blinked and looked back at Link. “Forgive me, Link. My name is Zechs Marquise. It’s a pleasure meeting you.”

He felt a little … off footed, standing soaked because of a silly arrogant miscalculation. But the smaller man seemed … a noble sort. “I want to thank you for your help.”