“Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters. Their silence is your answer.“
Fingers itched to grasp the vibroblade at her waist, but paused. Of all of their interactions, this was the closest Sabine had come to an actual threat of violence. To hatred-- pure and unadulterated.
“Trust, Armitage, that when you join the silence of my ancestors, no one will mourn you, let alone notice your departure. Despite all your efforts to be remembered, no one will feel joy or pain or heartbreak, because no one will have cared enough about your life to waste the energy.”
Anger read cleanly across their face, cool and unwavering. Motionless.
“At least I have a family, even if they are ghosts. Can you really say the same?”
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