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The sun has raged for 4.6 billion years. I have raged for sixteen. No surprise, the sun has more fuel to spare.
The others, as bald as I am, worry to either side. About their own loves. Homes. Lost time. Lost worlds. Together, we make a sea of worry under the dim chemical lights.
“Pack? Two is not a pack, goodman. Two is debris circling a drain.”
“Kavax told me to bring you home. Virginia is waiting for her Imperator…and her husband.”
They’re here because they love me, but I see the anger in their eyes. It’s an anger that’s always been reserved for the enemy.
“It seems we’ve both had our inheritance stolen by an usurper. If only there was a way to help one another…”
With Cassius armored and ready beside me, I feel infused with the luck of House Mars, sixteen again and preparing to steal the enemy standard.
He may be the only person I desperately want to like me for no reason other than I find him honorable, admirable, and utterly immune to everything—charm, flattery, bribery, or any of the devices employed so often in the Core—everything, that is, save merit.
“Roast beef? I had to suck water from a rusted pipe, and no, that’s not a euphemism.”
Gratitude, foe, for this! The ultimate honor between peers—a conversation in the language we both have mastered. Violence. Surely there can be no greater distillation of all our mutual respect, animus, and quality.”
“Little Bellona, still chirping like a bird in heat. I have fond memories of my days with Tharsus and Karnus, memories you despoil. Always nipping at our heels with that dented chin to the Pearl clubs, weren’t you? Gobbling up the debris of our debauchery. How Karnus despised you and your freeloading. As I told you then, a shining name does not entitle you to never pay for the Pinks, Cassius.” “They made you pay?” Cassius asks.
Venus is the planet of love. What is Mars the planet of again?”