The slum dweller pressed his finger against his lips and hissed in exasperation:
"Take that back! Are you crazy?"
Sunny blinked.
"What? No. Well, I was crazy for a while. But now I am not."
The young man looked at him with doubt and shook his head:
"Still, don't jinx yourself. Do you at least have a Memory to keep you safe?"
The question of arming themselves was a big problem for Neph's followers. More than half of them didn't have a Memory armor or a weapon, having to make do with mundane armaments fashioned out of anything that was at hand. It was one of the reasons why fighting against the Guards and the Hunters was so hard for them.
The other guy, the one who used to pay tribute, sighed and call out to his friend:
"Have you lost your mind? You are talking to a member of Lady Nephis's personal cohort. Of course he has Memories."
With that, both of them looked down on their own makeshift swords.
