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In one hand he holds the Renegades' communicator. In the other he holds the Cruxis crystal.
He looks out the window, out into the snowy night. He watches his companions throw snow at one another.
His gaze flicks to the floor with a frown. His hands clench.
You traitor. He's told himself he'll be on the winning side. Insists that it was for his sister.
But every time he looks at their faces, and whenever he thinks on what is to come, he feels like the lowest kind of dirt.
He holds his head high.
I am a Wilder. Though his mother is dead and his father a worthless alcoholic.
I am the chosen of Tethe'alla. For what little the false title filled with lies ever meant.
Someone knocked on the door. He turned round, pasted his usual cheer, and opened it.
"Bud!" He swings his arm around the younger's shoulders with a grin. "Let's go make you a man, shall we?"
The confused boy is half-dragged down the inn's hall and to the stairs.
I'll make the right choice.