“Twelve years too late. They’ll kill us all, you told me. End this, end them. So I did. I sent my kids to the slaughter, and I killed every last one of the Furies.” “Don’t pretend innocence!” cried Clio. “You knew about the plan from the get-go. You and every influential other-born in the city agreed. We would let the next gang skirmish in the Silts escalate to a riot. We would ask for the help of the Order of the Furies, and when they arrived, we would use the riot to end their reign of terror.”
