She watched their faces as they sipped. For the briefest moment, their lifeless eyes flared as the liquid trickled into them. Then their expressions faded to drab lifelessness. They lowered their veils and returned to their duties.
She thought about smashing the bottles there and then. It would be easy. They probably wouldn't even try to stop her. But what would become of the creatures? Without their infusions they'd die, fade away, crumble to dust. Would they know anything about it? Would they feel pain? Maybe. Even if they were mindless machines now, they'd been people once. She couldn't do that to them, deprive them of the Spirit that kept them moving. Although, wasn't that the point of all this? Putting an end to the undain? Which meant putting an end to these slaves as well as the hi
