Hal rounded the corner, sulking. He had tried to force Bart to admit that he was a Son of Honor, and storming Amanuinsis had screwed everything up. Bart was a Son of Honor, but there was no way to prove it. He would have to find another Son of Honor to kill. He walked into a small alleyway and leaned against the wall, waiting for something to happen. The world obliged.
Harvey rounded the corner, with his chest in two pieces. He was a fabrial. Of course. That was why he had been so quiet recently. That was why he had been acting so oddly. A fabrial. Of course. Hak took out his sword, and began to fight the fabrial.