Turn That Frown Upside Down
There was a wall between Takt District and I. No wall made of steel or masonry. A wall of trucks, armored vans, and flames.
I had parted company with Beast... Czernabog... Nikolas... whatever the hell he felt like calling himself, once the plant was turned into rubble. A word of direction to his brother's makeshift grave and I was on my way. Too close to bother stopping now.
Cassie, I'm coming home.