"03 - Time Streams" - читать интересную книгу автора (McGough Scott)

close the portal to Phyrexia, and save my life. To them, I

am forever grateful."

True gratitude would be a good sign, too.

Urza has never, in his three millennia of life, shown

true gratitude nor had a "dear friend." I have known him for

three decades. For two of those, I have worked side by side

with him at the academy we established here on Tolaria. I am

not his dear friend. No one is. Most of the tutors and

students at the academy don't even know his real name,

calling him Master Malzra. The last person who was close

enough to Urza to be a dear friend was his brother, and

everyone knows what happened to him.

No, Urza is incapable of regret and gratitude, of having

dear friends, not that there haven't been folk like Xantcha,

Ratepe, Serra, and I, who genuinely love the man and would

give our lives for him. But he seems incapable of returning

our affection.

That's not enough to declare him insane, of course. As I

said, measures of sanity among planeswalkers are hard to

come by, but there is something mad about Urza's blithe

belief that Xantcha and Ratepe sacrificed themselves, that

Serra's Realm and Argoth sacrificed themselves, that Mishra

sacrificed himself.... It seems everyone and everything Urza

claims to care about gets destroyed. And what does that mean

for me, his newest dear friend?