The red box sits stolidly where Dutch placed it on the dresser in her room. It’s just a box, regardless of what Khlyen said. She’s had altogether too many people lecture her about duty. Turin calling her an oathbreaker was bad enough, but this ghostly reminder of vows made when she was too young to understand what giving your word meant is both galling and terrifying. That life is far behind her now. The box means nothing.
“Lucy, start up the incinerator, would you? I have shit to burn.”
But the next day, the box remains where she left it.