“More of a monkey on my back,” Evan said wryly. “Although I'm sure I could phrase that better.” There was a more apt description, he knew. Dal Lor, Sa Deireadh, the Cestus Protectorates and now SB157, the list of dangers Mox had sent the Hiroshima into had grown down the years. Angel? Yes, but only the angel of death. That was definitely something he wouldn't say to Mez, though.