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“Well, I was a voiced, too, so I guess I’ll die? Fair enough,
huh?” I lifted a corner of my mouth and croaked.
Swiftly, Liron pinned me down, my dagger to my throat. The
skill I’d taught him. Every word I said felt like swallowing rocks,
“Kill me, then, but the army’s not gonna stop.”

Among the chaos, people cheered and jeered: “Kill him!
Show them who we are! The voiced are ALWAYS more powerful!
Take revenge, master!”
Annoying. Distasteful. I looked at Liron in disbelief, but the
child whispered, teary, “You have to stop, Auden. I don’t want you
to die.”
“Why?” I asked, “Why you? Now?”

“I like it here.”

“I’ve prepared for years!” And suddenly he became the
hero. Out of nowhere.

“Auden, please.”

“Kill me!”
Suddenly, a voice boomed through the radio, “Well done,
President’s son. Now, drop your weapons, Silent Death. We’ve
enclosed the area and evacuated the citizens.”
“So this is why!?” the scream almost went inaudible. So this
was why the kid had gained my trust. So this is was why I, I--

It didn’t make any sense? It did make sense? I couldn’t
think it through.