“About God?” VenDell asked.
“Not my god,” Gave replied. “My god is industry, progress, and the indomitability of the human soul. Not some priest who managed to slurp up some juice left by a long-dead entity. Oh! Look, Captain Blantach! It pretends to be shocked by my words!”
“He doesn’t pretend,” Wax said. “VenDell is a person like any of us. Merely a little more … malleable.”
“Oh, Ladrian,” Entrone said, then had the audacity to pat Wax on the arm. “So easily fooled. Kandra are animals. Puppets. Why, they aren’t even really alive. They’re mistwraiths pretending to be people, and I fail to see how I’m to be intimidated by a talking piece of slime that…”
He trailed off as he noticed that Wayne, subtly, had edged up close to him.
“… a piece of slime,” Gave continued, “that … er…”
“Keep goin’,” Wayne said, his eyes alarmingly wide. “Keep insultin’ my friends. Do it.”
Entrone backed away, looking thoroughly unnerved. “You have one hour,” he said to Wax, “until I formally announce we’re pressing charges. Either break out of here — and perhaps shoot some officers of the law — or call your governor and beg for his help. I’m having a radio box delivered to you.”
He retreated in a rush, trying to watch Wayne at the same time. He ended up leaving Blantach behind.
“What a knob,” Wayne said, dropping the creepy wide-eyed act.
“I … apologize,” Blantach said. “I’m afraid I had no choice but to call him.”
“It’s fine, Blantach,” Marasi said. “But you must understand. You can’t throw us in prison — not without risking the fate of the entire Basin. Please listen.”
“I’ll see if I can … work something out.” Blantach glanced over her shoulder and into the constabulary office. “But this is out of my hands now, Colms. Next time, contact us before you run an operation in our city.”
She withdrew, shutting the door — which had a small viewing window at the top. A moment later a guard delivered a radio box, then lingered outside to keep an eye on them.
Wax sighed, turning to the others. He wasn’t about to trust a radio delivered into his hands by an enemy.
VenDell’s skin had returned to normal shades. The kandra hesitated, then glanced at Wayne. “Did you mean what you said? Am I actually … your friend?”
“Sure,” Wayne said. “I mean, you’re the stuck-up one that we make fun of, but every crew needs one of those.” He pointed at Wax, then Marasi, then VenDell. “Mine has three. Five if you include Steris, since she counts fer two. But you can never have too many.”
“I … see,” VenDell said, scratching the side of his head.
“Point is,” Wayne continued, “we can make fun of you because we like you. That’s how it works. Anybody else does it, and we ram a dueling cane up a part of them that I can’t mention, ’cuz I’m working on my language.”
“You are?” Marasi said.
“Yup. Ranette keeps sayin’ I need to watch what I say, ’cuz there might be children around. Which is real strange, don’t you think? Children are the ones who won’t understand what I’m sayin’ anyway. So why care if they hear?”
Wax turned to the door, his mind racing, trying to think of a way out of the current situation — but a part of him realized it was no use. He could walk out of here and ignore Entrone. But that would add another piece of wood to the fire — stoking civil war. Beyond that, could he continue to investigate in the city without being hounded by constables at every step?
How does the bomb factor into this? Wax thought. The talk of ashfalls. My sister. What is really going on?
He might have a way to find answers. He felt inside his belt, which he’d recovered and refilled from his ammo stash — the large duffel he’d brought and hidden on top of a building. In his belt pouch, alongside the metal vials, he felt the earring Harmony had given him.
And the other one. Made of trellium.
Damn it. He was going to have to at least try. He pulled the trellium earring out and slipped it into his ear.
He felt a jolt and a disconnect, like the coach he was riding in had hit a bump. Different from when he talked to Harmony. Then he felt drawn toward something powerful. A vibration ran through him, forceful, violent. He gasped, the room fuzzing around him.
Immediately, a familiar voice pierced his mind like a spike to the brain.
Faster. I need this to work.
Telsin. He was hearing his sister speak. He thought he could sense some of her surroundings. She was outside … no echo of a room.
Our time runs thin, she continued. The backup delivery device is too obvious. Too easy to stop. I need the primary working. I need— The voice hesitated. I sense something, she said, then stepped to the side.
Her voice grew louder, focused on him. Out with it. You fought my brother. I know that part already. It … Wait.
Waxillium? Is that you? Ah … It is. I can sense you. Found yourself a trellium earring, did you? Clever. Your idea, or was it that god of yours?
“Hello, Telsin,” he whispered. No use trying to lie. She could feel him, as clearly as he felt her. He tried to summon some familial emotion. But right now, he felt only haunted by that voice. It was an echo from a long-lost time. A time he’d left behind, but which wouldn’t leave him.
So, you’re in Bilming. She sounded amused. Your arrival made a characteristic amount of noise. Good to see that nothing changes. You never could make anything useful of yourself unless you also made a huge mess for me.
“Telsin,” he said softly, “what are you doing?”
What needs to be done, Brother. As always.
“I…”
What could he say? All of his objections felt hollow. “You’ll get millions killed”? Six years ago, she’d been willing to let her own people die to achieve her goals. She wouldn’t care about the people of Elendel. “You’ll betray our people”? She’d been willing to betray him. “You’re playing with forces beyond your control.” That was the sort of thing she liked, always dancing closer to the flame.
What did he hope to accomplish? He should have thought this through. He knew better than to walk into the enemy’s den without a plan.
Ah, Wax, Telsin said in his mind. Still pretending, aren’t you? Telling yourself that you’re the hero? Where was that hero when our family needed him? Off playing in the Roughs. Running from real responsibility.
I’ll tell you what I’m doing. What needs to be done. This world, and everyone on it, is doomed. Unless I intervene. The same way I had to step up and lead after you ran off. You aren’t the hero, Waxillium. You never were. You ran away, like a child who can’t stand the rules of the—
He pulled the earring out, breathing heavily.
Rusts. All these years later, and she could still get to him. That had been a terrible idea.
At least, he thought, I know she’s actually what Harmony said. Some kind of avatar for the enemy. And she’s tense, urgent. She’s on a deadline. She’s worried. Because I’m here in the city.
He considered what she’d been saying, about a “primary delivery device” and a “backup.”
He looked around the room, but the others didn’t seem to have noticed what he’d done. They were lost in their own thoughts or problems. All but VenDell, who watched him keenly.