48 Thorne
“Death and distance. Such are the true prices of war.” – Wu Zhao Zetain, The Art of Sentient War
Meimi wants to know what to do with Cole. “It’s a good question,” I say.
“Why do I get the feeling this is a complex situation?”
“Because you’d be right. You should know the true choices here.”
Meimi’s breath hitches. For a few seconds, she stares at Cole. When her gaze meets mine again, my girl is all steely resolve. “Tell me everything.”
“We could kill my father, take all his Crown Sentient, and become joint Emperor and Empress of the Omniverse. That’s how my father got the job.”
“Whoa.” She winces. “The Lacerator tried to warn me against sharing all that sentient. I think that’s what the worry was.”
“Yes, I don’t know what happens next, but things have gotten complicated.”
