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  1. Price looked at her, his eyes flickering over to the other people in the carriage, especially the formally dressed man. Price was never keen to talk about his instinct, Entropy was hardly becoming of a scholar. For a soldier, Entropy was helpful. For a soldier, Entropy was great. But Price wasn’t a soldier and his Instinct only ever served to remind him of his failure, what he could have become. Besides, talk about the Instincts and the topic would inevitably shift to the sudden and brief cravings Price got to use it. “I didn’t train it much,” he said. “I don’t use it very much either. It is not very useful to my situation. But I did try to understand it, tried to see how it worked.” He’d even tried praying to Entropy themselves, his patron god. But of course, like most acts of religion, there was rarely answer. Sometimes one wondered whether the gods were even real.
  2. Cheh nodded and moved forward to see if he could help. He raised his hands to try and metalbend the handwheel, but nothing happened. He didn’t know how he had metalbended the suit, what state of mind he had been, but he hadn’t been able to replicate it since. So he just walked forward and tried to help push it open manually. “I guess when you know there are other worlds, curiosity gets the better of you.”
  3. “Just over two years, now,” Price said, and smiled, because it seemed he’d been doing this for so much longer. And yet, it had all been two years. The movement underground, the tests, the experience and the promotions until he’d practically led the research section of the Renaji base. Not a small thing, if he could say so himself. Careful not to spill any water due to the rocking of the carriage, Price took a sip of his canteen. “I’ve tested every Instinct in that time. Even my own, though I’ve never tested on myself.”
  4. Alask continued patting Mart’s shoulder, taking a bite of his apple with his other hand. When Mart yawned Alask looked down at him, and then to Lena. “Could you take him?” He mouthed. “I’ll set up a mattress.” Looking back down on Mart he smiled. “Today’s been a long day,” he said quietly. “Time to rest.”
  5. “I couldn’t agree more,” Max said, standing up and looking across the edge of the rooftop. “He must be contacting these monsters somehow. I wonder if he captured one of the leaders, we could see whatever device he’s using to transmit orders to them and trace it to a certain location?”
  6. “Rust,” Max said in astonishment, looking down at his leg. It was healed perfectly, using whatever technique the DA member had acquired. Though his fear and caution of hemalurgy still remained from his childhood, Max found himself wondering what other secrets glad in the DA headquarters that only they could access. The Canton had its own specialties, Max reminded himself, as with a smile he looked to the supermassive forcefield that protected half the city. “It’s unlike any other type of healing I’ve seen,” Max said still in amazement, looking back at his leg.
  7. “It’s earth,” Cheh said happily. Not Earth, but earth, the substance. He could earthbend here. The thought of all of that ground, that nature for him to bend made him joyful, and he looked around for ways to exit the escape shuttle they were in. “It seems that other planets are very dangerous,” he told Jessy. “Why do your people even go to other ones in that case? Are you not happy with your own planet?” He asked this in innocent curiosity, the idea of why someone would travel elsewhere to dangerous habitats when there was such beauty already available baffled him.
  8. Price took her hand, sealing the verbal agreement. He didn’t quite believe to how much she held the verbal contract to, to Price a written agreement had always seemed the better option. A written bargain was final, with the blood signatures of all involved it was the law, and no one in Tühine wanted to cross the law. “So it is settled,” he said, and hopped into the carriage.
  9. “It’s fine,” Alask said, looking down at Mart. Poor kid. He put a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. The monster had to survive. Quickly Alask tried to rework the story. “Yes, the monster survives. “After a while Tom and the monster stopped fighting, realising each other’s differences. The monster could help expand the knowledge of the village, of what lay beyond those walls, and Tom could bring apples and foods to the monster, so it wouldn’t starve. Together, the monster and Tom worked together. “After a couple of years, the village people asked Tom: ‘We see you leave the village with apples, and come back with knowledge of the outside world. What happened?’ And Tom would smile and the monster would come with him. The village was amazed, they had judged the monster purely on his looks, and hadn’t realised that a hero’s greatest strength was not always his sword, but also his companionship and empathy. The end.” He smiled and looked down on Mart. “A happy ending,” he said.
  10. “I need Ap back.” Well. I looked to the ex-groom ‘Ap’, who laid stomach to the floor, utterly and completely dead, a pool of blood sitting under him and soaking itself into the hardwood flooring of the wedding hall. Without a doubt he was dead as a doornail, and when I looked back to Ene I was suddenly wearing a fedora and a pinstripe suit, a cigarette hanging from my mouth and a quiet jazz track sounding vaguely behind me. “Look, lady,” I said, my voice gruff and sombre, pushing the pudding back into her hands. “Your little Ap is dead. Gone. Busted up like an overplayed jukebox and now he’s playing blackjack with the God Beyond. So you can either choose to hire me, find out the biscuit-boxing son-of-a-gun that put the lead in his head, little lady, or —” And suddenly it was just me again, no suit, hat, cigarette or gruff voice. I looked around and it seemed like the jazz music had stopped too. “Or, I mean, you can call the police. But please try the pudding. I made it myself.” I smiled.
  11. “Yes,” Rob said, and the bus began driving past quiet and dark neighbourhoods. It stopped at a few places to drop of people, and pick up new ones, but sooner than later they stopped almost directly in view of the large house. “I am sure the others will be able to find their way home,” he said. “I tried calling them but my cellphone ran out of charge.”
  12. “Good thing we’re catching the bus, then,” Rob said and hopped on the bus. The driver looked tired, which worried Rob, but he accepted the coins Rob kept in his pocket, and the student fare they sued was enough to allow them to buy a bus ticket back home. The bus was mostly empty, with the exception of a few tired looking people in the middle and a man (who was for some reason wearing sunglasses) in the back.
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  16. “I... yes, I think so,” Cheh said, unstrapping his seat belt and falling onto the ground with a thud. He worked himself up and looked out the window. Rainforest-like trees and alien greenery looked back at him. It was beautiful. “Wow,” He said. “How do we edit the pod?”
  17. Oh, so Mercy was a real person. With new sympathy Alask looked at Mart. No child should have had to see something like that. He answered her thank you with his eyes and continued the story: “So Tom brought out his sword, and the monster brought out its big, bad claws, and the two began circling each other in epic combat. “Tom would strike with his powerful sword and say: ‘You cause my village to live in fear!’ “And the monster would say: ‘Most of your village have never even met me but still keep sending people to kill me!’ “And as they continued to talk and fight Tom realised that the monster was making sense. That his village had just assumed the monster was evil and never allowed anyone to go there.”
  18. “Hello James,” Rob said, and waved with the arm Shana wasn’t gripping on. He looked at Shana, leaning on him, and at Ben, leaning on James, and would have smiled if he was any other person. Shana and Ben, like a cute injured couple. But Rob’s face remained stone serious, so no one could read his thoughts.
  19. —before they hopped on the carriage— As they hauled the Cahayan on the carriage Price walked over to where Sagitta leaned against it. “You should know, our bargain is completely verbal,” he said. “You haven’t been trapped by a contract yet, but currently this is how the agreement’s changed. “You can leave the testing at any time, or leave any individual experiment at any time. You may patrol the areas you are allowed to freely.” He looked at her. “Good?”
  20. Cheh leaned back and in the window he could see the rapidly approaching colour of a planet moving fast towards them - no, them moving fast towards a planet. “Shock absorbers acti—” The ship landed onto the planet with a jolt that sent the entire mainframe shuddering. As it skid against the grassy plateu’s of the land, bringing fire and dirt with every collision, it finally came to a rest next to a large tree. Lights and sounds were blaring at him and Cheh groaned, now he could understand why all those safety measures had needed to be taken.
  21. The change was so sudden, from what had seemed like an argumentative tone to the end of the discussion, like she had accepted he served his nation and that was that. “Haul him up,” Price said to the farmer and a couple minutes later the group was back on the trail, the familiar rythym of hoof beats on dirt kicking in again. The Cahayan boy was still bound by rope, a little piece of it attached to the wall so to limit lis movement. He was placed in the seat next to Sagitta. The formal man was looking irritated at the long trip, the crazy man was playing with a wooden toy and the woman was still looking at her feet. And the trip continued.
  22. “No, you weren’t,” Price said, following her step away from the boy. The conscripted boy? Price had not known that, but did it really matter? “It’s just, that is how battles are won. The fact the boy was conscripted just shows you more of Cahaya’s villainry. They are willing to send innocent boys against their will here to be captured by Tühine. We do not shed blood. We just defend Cahaya’s attacks. I do serve my country in a good way. I research. I help in science and engineering.” He gestured to the boy. “And we do not even execute our prisoners like Cahaya does. We let them live, give them meals and a place to rest. Yes, with the catch of dangerous tests, but it is still better than what is done with Tühinine prisoners. You say we are all murderers on the battlefield but I refuse to believe that. A police officer is not a murderer if he kills a criminal. He is a hero. “Tühinine is a hero.”
  23. Alask didn’t know who Mercy was. He looked to Lena. “...no,” he said. “But one day, just like you predicted, Tom went into the forest anyway. He was curious, and he wanted to see what was in the forest himself, because he was brave. So he walked, through the bushes, and through the tress, and he toiled on his hike until, finally he met the monster that haunted the woods. Everyone he had talked to was right, it was bad, it was unholy, and it was scary.” Playfully Alask growled and clawed his freehand as if he was a monster, to really get the point across.
  24. “We fight the Cahayans because they fight us,” Price whispered to her, sure he knew where this was going. “We’re not the villains in this. The war began I don’t know how many years ago, but the Cahayans have done unforgivable warcrimes to Tühine villages. Whatever the reason originally was now it’s become revenge to make Cahaya pay for how they’ve ruined this city with war.”
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