She opened her mouth to speak, to deny it, but then she remembered the Azhi Dahaka. Who thrived on lies. How easy it was, Ellen thought, to deny the truth for fear of feeding an even bigger lie. And she realized then how dangerous the Azhi Dahaka was. Not because it was some creature in pursuit of good people. There was no pursuit. It was already there. Inside them. Manufacturing, dictating lies. It was the ultimate traitor. “That is true,” she said.
