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His most rational fear is that—despite all he has accomplished—future generations will only know of him as a paragraph in a history book. Perchance he’ll only fetch a mention, or there’s the possibility that they’ll never learn of him at all. There’s always the possibility that he’ll fade into the ether; another name proudly carved into stone, only to be eroded by the sands of time.
Derek nods as if he understands, but he’s quite disoriented. His mind is operating on a hundredth of its processing power, and he’s only now coming to the realization that this is a trial, let alone one in which he is the defendant. He realizes, too, that the prosecutors are rabbits, wearing grey suits and unpacking briefcases. And the bailiff is a dark brown rabbit in a sheriff’s uniform. And the stenographer is a rabbit with cat-eye glasses and curly red hair, and she waits to type something out, and she looks at him, and he briefly thinks he’d like to smell her hair.