“It is that, every time I see you…,” Glitch says, voice a soft, dangerous whisper. Sweat prickles at the nape of my neck. A new look has taken over her features—an eerily calm, resolved expression. Her thumb taps lightly on one of the gears, just once, touch as quick as my flinch. “… I see Godolia burning to the ground. I see ash and scrap metal peppering the crater where it once sat. I see its hideous mark scraped off every single map, its record split from history, its reputation not ruined, but obliterated. And I see every Zenith, every loyal Pilot, and every Windup dead along with it.”
