MCP15 “And that makes you the most fantastic thing I’ve ever seen, by the moment?!” I’m incredulous. It’s a nice color, but it’s A color.

“Of course,” she says, and she knows, because it does the same to her. “That’s how the color works. Why else is the emerald standard so successful? Green is envy, sapphire, the deluded joy-despair of following it.” “Portus is going to change,” I say, and the trip me assures me, beyond doubt, that this is true. An aside from vlerj says it’s never not true because the past can’t be played with anymore and I shut it away. Somewhere. Envy and greed were going to scar the planet. I taste waves of doom, and remember I’m bound to see the first ones, very soon. “And you’re going to report how it does.” She smiles and we both understand the desire must linger exactly where it is. “The stake is death, and there will be a lot to come.”