Somewhere in the crowd, a girl gasped.
“Who didn't know that?” a boy shouted—Trinity's guy.
“Please be calm, Mr. Cahill,” said Julien, gliding more to the left side of the room where we were. “There are indeed people who are unaware of our situation. Yet the truth is, we have been at war for hundreds of years, ever since the first Fate Changer. And although our enemies, the Divinity Defenders, are diminishing, its members will still hunt us, kill us—down to the last child who has a gift of Fate. They will never stop, so we must continue fighting. And it will be best if we had a diversity of people in this Regime, a diversity of Fate's powers.” Julien smiled congenially at his audience, though there was something like stern expectation on his face when he glanced at Christian. “If you wou
