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Every single piece of Sonitus hurt.

He didn’t know how he was alive, except somehow, he was.

Slowly, he pushed himself to something approaching an upright position--

and saw Axis.

He scrambled to him, or tried to, but the pain was too great even for him, and his lips opened on a silent cry that made his brain stop.

But Axis was more important than his voiceless cry, so he crawled to his friend, his comrade, his brother, and pressed his ear against Axis’ back, listening for the sign that everything would be okay.

The reassuring beat of a heart.

All he needed was that, and it wouldn’t matter that the magic was gone and had taken his voice with it for his treachery.

Just one beat.

Just

one

beat

Training and instinct had him acting without actually thinking, raising his other kukri to block the sword before it could hit him.  With a snarl, Nyx pushed the other glaive - no, the traitor - away from him.

How dare he!  How dare any of them side with the Nifs after what they’d done to their homelands.  Did these idiots really think that the Empire was going to hand any of it back after this was over and done with?  

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    Tredd looks angry.

    No, Tredd looks furious.  The man has always had a fire burning in him like an inferno, but never before has it been so uncontained.  He might have been mistaken for the Infernian while blazing down the halls.  “They’re dead!” He was so close to Titus’ face that the captain could feel his breath, “Dead.  A routine mission, routine!”

    Titus places a hand on his glaive’s shoulder and eases him back. He just got the word too, is still working through the crescendo of emotions that always accompanies losing a member of his unit, his family.  Axis and Sonitus were particularly loyal, their deaths were unexpected and will not be easily forgotten.

   He recalls having them both in this very room with Tredd only yesterday.  Axis silent but with eyes that were sharp and haunted.  Sonitus with a half grin that could cut like a knife.  They’d been his boys, his soldiers.  “We’re still waiting on the details--”

    Tredd’s fist hits the wall hard enough that the plaster cracks.  A crownsguard is quickly in the room, weapon drawn, but Titus waves them away.  Once the door is closed again Titus turns and walks to the desk against the wall, filling two glasses with a liberal amount of brandy.  He hands one to Tredd and motions him to the chair across from his desk.  “Sit.”

    Things are silent for a moment, Titus sipping at the harsh liquid.  Tredd has already thrown his back, probably eager for the warm numbness a few more glasses will provide.  Titus pours him another, then fills his own glass up again.  It’s nearly five minutes before he speaks, “Lucis will pay for this.”

    That’s something that gets Tredd’s attention, and he nearly slams his glass down against Titus’ desk.  “Tell me what to do, who to kill.  I’ll take down any fucker who gets in the way.  Make them suffer.”  

    His passion is infectious, and Titus feels the bloodlust rising in his chest.  He nods.  “For our hearth,” the captan responds, holding up his glass. 

Tredd groaned.

Everything hurt. Even his fucking eyes hurt.

He didn’t want to wake up.

Then memory returned: going after Ulric and the Oracle, the fucking Crownsguard showing up, the dropship sickeningly lurching--

&. SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

He can’t.

He can’t.

He can’t look at Axis, can’t bring himself to do it--

But worse. He can’t refuse him.

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