“Then you found each other?” she asks, not smiling, but sighing free a weight she’s long carried. “He was a good lad. I’m sure you became friends?”
“He never discovered me. Did you carve him, Mickey?”
With Harmony’s blessing, he answers. “No, darling. You were my first. My only.” He winks. “I consulted on his carving. But an associate of mine did his procedure based on the successes you and I pioneered.”
“Dancer found you,” Harmony says. “I found Titus. Though his name was Arlus, when we pulled him from Thebos mines. He didn’t care about keeping it.”
It’s fitting that Harmony would find Titus. Birds of a feather.
“What happened to him?” she asks. “We know he died.”
What happened to him? I let a Gold put him in the bloody ground.
I look stonily at the three of them, thankful they cannot read my thoughts. They know nothing. I can barely conceive of what they must think of me. They’ve such small perspectives on what I’ve done, on what I’ve become. I thought there was a plan, a long, large reason for all my toil. But there was nothing. I know that now. Even Dancer was just waiting to see what happened. Hoping.
I expected to be welcomed back with open arms. I expected an army waiting. A grand plan. For Ares to take off his infamous helm and dazzle me with his brilliance and prove all my faith warranted. Hell, all I wanted was to find them again so I would not feel alone. But I feel more alone than ever sitting here in a concrete room with these three pale people on rickety plastic chairs.
“A Gold named Cassius au Bellona killed him,” I say.
“Was it a good death?”
“By now, you should know there’s no such thing.”
“Cassius. The same one you have a bloodfeud with. Is that why?” Evey asks eagerly. “Is that why the Bellona want to kill you?”
I run a hand through my hair. “No. I killed Cassius’s brother. It’s one of the reasons they hate me.”
“Blood for blood,” Evey murmurs like she knows what the hell she’s talking about.
“We hit them hard today, Darrow. Twelve blasts across Luna and Mars. Dancer and Titus have been avenged,” Harmony says. “And we’ll hit them harder in the days to come. This cell is just one of many.”
She waves her hand at the desk and scenes rise as the holoDisplay comes to life. Violet news anchors drone on about the carnage.
“Am I supposed to be impressed?” I ask. “You’re as bad as them. You know that, yes? Never mind the strategy of it. Never mind you’re taunting a sleeping dragon. Evey herself killed over a hundred lowColors just hours ago.”
“There weren’t Reds,” Harmony says, and then adds, in an amazingly insincere afterthought, “or Pinks.”
“Yes, there were!”
“Then their sacrifice will be remembered,” Harmony says solemnly.
“Vox clamantis in deserto,” I exclaim.
Mickey sits quiet, but he allows himself a small smile.
“Trying to impress us with your Gold fancy talk?” Harmony asks.
“He feels like a voice crying out in the desert. Shouting all in vain,” Mickey explains.
“It’s simple Latin.”
“So you know what’s what,” Harmony says. “Become a Gold and suddenly you have all the answers.”
“Wasn’t that the point of me becoming a Gold? So we could see how they think?”
“No. It was to position you to strike at their jugular.” She balls her fist and strikes the palm of her metal hand in emphasis. “Don’t act like you were born better. Remember, I know what you are inside. Just a scared boy who tried to kill himself when he was too weak to save his wife from hanging.”
I sit stunned. Speechless.