“We will never stop! And if they make us all angels, each one of us standing here today, fighting here today, then we will be angels!” This time the crowd’s roar made Bitter’s eardrums ring. She had never heard so many people so ready to die. Ube’s words sent fear skittering through her body. He was calling them angels, and Vengeance’s voice echoed in her head. The language would change, it had said, the world would bend. In the distance, she could hear faint sirens.
