My head dips. I spit out some blood in my mouth. I’m nauseous and fading. “Tell Mustang … Eo … I love them.” I yawn so deeply. “You bloodydamn fool,” he says in a low whisper, shaking his head. “I had it under control.” “I didn’t …” I blink through the fog. “What?” “It is me,” he says. “It’s always been me, boyo.” The fog disappears. I look up at him. I look up at Ares as he dons his Rage Knight helmet and shoots his pulseFist back at the Praetorians, sending them scattering. He tosses back a sonic grenade. “Fitchner!” the Sovereign roars. “TRAITOR!”
