And, to her own horror and shame, she began to weep. She couldn’t do it anymore. She just couldn’t do it. Tau had been so kind to her. Iraji had been her friend, played Purge with her, sparred with her when she wanted to be hurt. And she’d had to harm them both to reach this moment, the moment of crux, the goal she’d worked toward all her life. The harm she’d done should make it all the more urgent to go forward, to complete the task. She had the weapon to end the Masquerade.
