EPILOGUE
SILUSIt was my turn to watch the Trials. I hated every moment of sitting in my cabin, staring at the screen, watching as contestants were torn apart by beasts or by each other. We were taking turns to avoid becoming desensitised to the violence. None of us were good people. We'd done bad things. Committed crimes. There was a reason why we were in this part of the galaxy, where outlaws were the norm and the Intergalactic Authority had little power. But I had rules; I had limits. There were some things I wouldn't do. I'd not lost my soul quite yet. Stained it, tarnished it, yes, but it was still there. Tattered and curled up in the darkness of all the things I'd done.
Before all this, I'd never watched the Trials. I'd known how to access them, of course, but I'd always had a bad f
