He tossed the statement into a bottom drawer of his desk. "Look, I didn’t write the thing. I didn’t make the decision. Personally, I don’t think it’s all that great a statement. Knowing Vienna, it’s more likely to make them tiptoe their way into that termite castle under Fedon’s Camp, instead of shelling it into oblivion, like they should have done way back in ’19." He shrugged. "But if you want to ruin your life, be declared legally dead, be forgotten, then go right ahead."