So this is it, Tattletale murmured.

Just about, I said.

You ready? Tattletale asked.

I shook my head. I sighed, and glanced out over the fields of grass. So much beautiful nature. So many worlds to explore, now, each subtly different, each with its own hidden treasures. But even a field of tall grass had an art to it.

For an instant, I felt a kind of pull. The same sort of intrusive thought that made one think, what if I stepped off the edge of this cliff? or what if I opened the car door right now and threw myself into traffic? Not suicidal thoughts, but thoughts that were clear enough and alarming enough that we worried we might listen of our own accord.

What if I just left? Walked away?

I only needed to travel a short distance away for a short time. It would be so quiet. No sound, people or artificial lights. No pressure, no imminent danger.

I couldnt think of the last time Id truly enjoyed quiet. Id experienced it when Id flown out over the ocean. Id never been a people person, and Id spent so much time in the midst of a crowd. Id been around the Undersiders, then Id been in the midst of my territory. From there to jail, from jail to the Wards.

From the Wards to a small war with inter-global stakes.

Solitude had a pull. I was an introvert by nature, and I felt so drained. A little while by myself, to recharge my batteries, to think. Me and now-distant storm clouds, fields of grass, trees and water crashing against cliff faces far below.

What worried me was the idea that Id get caught up in that gravity. It had happened when I flew out alone, before. If I left to recuperate, to get centered and try to think of something I could do could I say with confidence that Id come back? Would I fail to come up with any idea, and simply stay until it was too late?

Was that cowardly? Was it a mark against me if I couldnt say for certain? Or was it like how a person could be courageous at the same time they were utterly terrified? I wasnt terrified, wasnt about to flee. I had reasons for fighting but a part of me definitely liked the notion of going. Of not fighting. Surviving up until Scion passed through this Earth and then dying in a flash, possibly unawares.

I clenched my teeth.

All a fantasy, anyways. There was a tether keeping me here. Several tethers.

Rachel scratched Huntress neck as she approached me. She stopped right next to me, then bumped me with her arm. A push, enough that I had to move my foot to keep my balance.

We stood there, my arm pressing against her arm, her attention on Huntress and Bastard, as the two canines vied for her attention. I couldnt articulate how much I appreciated it, didnt want to look at her or do anything that might be misinterpreted as discomfort.

One tether.

Reminds me of the movies I used to watch, Imp commented. On the shitty kids channels, at noon on Saturdays. My mom would be too out of it from the night before to want the TV, so Id have to watch with the volume turned down and sit, like, three feet away from the screen. But I could usually get a good two or three hours of brain-rotting TV-watching in before I got kicked out of the apartment. Best part of my week, for years.

Youre rambling, Tattletale admonished.

Anyways, this is kind of like the movies where you have the stray dog the kid found and the first owner, and its the end of the movie and theyre both calling to see who the dog is willing to come to.

Thats the fucking stupidest thing I ever heard of, Rachel said.

Imp only grinned. And the dog starts going one way, until the bad owner does something like bring a choke chain out of his pocket, gets out the riding crop he used to beat the dog in the beginning of the movie, or or says a fatally stupid line, like, come on, my precious money machine. And the dog gives the abusive owner a final fuck you, peeing on him before going back to the kid, or something like that.

My precious money machine, I echoed Imp. Really?

You know what I mean. Just that line that signals, Im so evil.

Be better if the dog tore out the abusive assholes throat, Rachel said.

Thatd be so fucking awesome, Imp said, grinning. I went through this phase where, you know, I sort of wanted a movie to change it up. Catch the kids off guard, show them that, hey, the good guy doesnt always win. Got to the point I was getting depressed after watching those happy flicks. Then my moms new boyfriend Lonnie got her cleaned up, and she started waking up on Saturday mornings, and that was it. No more movie time for Aisha. Never got back into it.

Thats too bad, I murmured. Where the hell is she going with this?

Imp paused, frowning. Fucking Lonnie. Anyways, I remember wanting the dog to go back to the first owner, and like, thatd be it. Movie over. Bad end. Life doesnt always fucking work out peachy.

Doesnt, Rachel said. But Id probably stop watching movies if I saw an ending like that.

Were rambling, Tattletale repeated herself. And Im suddenly feeling Grues absence. Hed keep us in order, here.

Imp gave Tattletale an annoyed look. Anyways, this is kind of like that, isnt it? Like the kids begging and pleading for the dog to follow them. Except not.

The opposite, Rachel said.

The reverse, yes, Tattletale corrected. Yeah. Well, lets get this over with.

Rachel got on top of Huntress back, and I activated my flight pack. Imp mounted Bastard, while Tattletale mounted a dog I didnt know. The same dog Bitch had lent to me while we were mobilizing to go after the Nine. Each of us moved in different directions.

High above us, the Simurgh turned. With the innumerable wings that extended behind her, she was capable of a surprising amount of finesse and expression. There was an aggression apparent if her wings were fully extended, with only the tips drawn slightly forward, like a claw with the points extended forward. There was a outward focus when she flexed her wings to their limits, as if she were watching, observing. Conversely, she was capable of introspection, of focus on a single thing, her wings all folded in. All the while, her expression was neutral, her gaze cold.

I wasnt going to underestimate her, though. Too easy for all of that to be a bluff.

When she moved, it was almost careless. Two of her three largest wings unfurled as if she were waving a hand dismissively, aiming that gesture at the world. She turned in the air, then threw every wing back behind her, driving herself forward.

Well, we knew who she was following.

Fuck me, I could hear Tattletale muttering with the bugs Id planted on her. The Simurgh came to a stop directly above her. She repeated herself, as if for emphasis. Fuck me.

I felt my heart sink.

Some of that was on Tattletales behalf. Of course the Simurgh had picked her to follow. Tattletale had done the talking. Tattletale was a thinker, just like the Simurgh. She was the de-facto leader of the Undersiders, in many respects.

But a small part of me had hoped that the Simurgh had picked me to follow. That same part of me had almost believed it, taken it for granted. It was horrible and scary and almost wrong, having an Endbringer at ones beck and call, but Id been prepared to shoulder the burden. I wanted to handle it, so people I cared about wouldnt have to.

Another part of me? Maybe it had wanted her to be stuck to me, just to have one more tether keeping me connected, at a point where I felt like I wasnt very connected at all.

And perhaps I wanted it to have the power so close to hand, so I could be relevant.

Humanity was being wiped out, settlement by settlement. Continents rendered uninhabitable, ecosystems demolished, weather patterns shifting. Our opponent was nigh-untouchable, capable of crossing between different Earths like we crossed a room, and we barely understood him.

And here I was. Strip away all of the pretense, the reputation, the connections and the image, take off the mask, and I was only a girl with the ability to control bugs. A hundred and thirty pounds.

Id bemoaned my innate limitations before, but Id never felt them as a crushing pressure in the way I felt it now.

The shock of seeing the Simurgh pick Tattletale had thrown me. I forced myself to take a deep breath and get centered. I turned to the relaxation techniques Jessica Yamada had taught me.

Tattletale needed support, and I couldnt discount the idea that this was just the Simurgh being the Simurgh. Explicitly or instinctively fucking with our heads.

We collected as a group again. The dogs turned around and slowly made their way back.

I saw Tattletales expression as she looked at me. The lines of worry in her forehead that she tried to mask with a raised eyebrow, the feigned confidence, the lopsided grin.

I knew she read me ten times as well. The little shifts in her expression as she glanced at my hands, at my face. There was no doubt in my mind that she was reading me like a book. She knew every train of thought that had just crossed my mind, the worries, the anxieties, the shameful fact that Id wanted the Simurgh to follow me.

Her lopsided grin widened just a little, but there was sympathy in her expression.

Guess Im going to hold the fort, she said. Probably makes the most sense, really. You guys go. Do what Narwhal said.

There were nods from Imp and Rachel.

You know the drill, Scotty, Imp said. Take me home.

Yeah, Rachel added.

Two portals opened.

They passed through. I stayed in place.

I could stay with you, I said.

You could, Tattletale said.

But? I asked.

I dont think you should, and I dont think you can. Go.

Tattletale Lisa-

Ill be fine. Ive got her for company. Tattletale pointed skyward. The Simurgh had collected her guns and built several others. The halo of individual components was now almost entirely made up of guns in varying sizes. They were arranged in a careful formation, so the small guns marked the spaces between the large ones, and the largest gun barrels and nozzles radiated outward like the rays from a star.

I gave Tattletale a dubious look, she only grinned.

Ill be here, she promised. Go. Like Narwhal said, get your affairs in order.

I didnt budge. Instead I looked to the fields of grass again. It took me a second to figure out why one patch was darker than the rest. Then I remembered the Simurgh. She was casting a shadow.

Realistic. We agreed to go down fighting, right?

Right, I said, turning back to Tattletale.

She shrugged. But were going down. Lets not pretend, because that little self-delusion isnt going to hold up when push comes to shove. Better to focus our energy on believing that were going to get wiped out, but well take that motherfucker down with us.

Not exactly the most encouraging sentiment.

Im not so pessimistic, I said. I think we can take him down, and we can do it without getting completely annihilated in the process.

There we go. Thats the attitude I was looking for.

I stared at her.

Was she bluffing? Hiding something?

You know something, I said.

I know lots of stuff.

And youre deflecting. What are you keeping from me?

Not just you, she said. Tattletale sighed. Its not helpful.

Tell me.

I thought you wanted blissful ignorance.

Time for that is past. Might as well share.

Tattletale frowned. Contessas power.

Its telling her victory is impossible? I asked.

No. Well, maybe. I dont know. Havent exactly had a long conversation with her. No. Im saying well Scion has it. Her power. That line he fed Eidolon? It was calculated to devastate the man at the point he was flying highest, so the fall would be more catastrophic. Its something I couldnt pull off. I watched some footage of the fight, where Scions power didnt nix the cameras. Corroborates the evidence. He wasnt actively using the power, but theres a confidence there.

Scion sees the path to victory?

Or something close.

Youre sure?

The evidence, his attitude, as far as he has any attitude at all yeah. None of the limitations like Contessa has, I dont think. No blind spots. Just yeah.

I nodded. The wind was making a magnificent sound where it ran through the grass, punctuated by the crashes of waves far below us. A flock of tiny brown birds took flight from the midst of the fields. They deliberately avoided the Simurgh, as though there was a bubble around her that they refused to pass through.

You have my complete and total permission, Tattletale said, to swear a little. Swear a lot. Youre doing this thing where youre going distant. Its not like your body language isnt hard enough to read anyways, but youre lost in thought, and I figured youd be flipping out.

I dont really flip out.

You, um-

I knew what she was thinking about. It was almost a relief to find we were still on the same page, after all this time apart. I understood her, she understood me. We were friends.

Her thoughts were on Alexandria and Tagg. The point where Id killed them had also been the same point that Id taken leave from the Undersiders. Joined the other side.

I dont flip out on or around my friends, I said.

Im telling you he knows how to beat us. He only has to reach for that one power, and hes got a solution to whatever we throw at him.

Every power has a weakness, I said.

A power that lets you win automatically is kind of hard to circumvent.

Hard, but not impossible, I said. Is it odd that I almost feel more optimistic?

Yes. Exceedingly, Tattletale said. She cocked her head a little to one side. It was something Id seen her do before, as if she was a bird, trying to see things from a different angle. What are you thinking?

I shook my head. Nothing. But some of the best powers weve gone up against have had pretty fatal weaknesses. When we went up against Butcher, her having fourteen consciousnesses to draw on might not have helped a ton when she was trying to deal with Cherishs ability. We used Echidnas ability to absorb dead matter and grow to trap her in Coils base. Bought ourselves time.

I think Scions schtick is that he doesnt have fatal flaws. We got our powers because they gave them out. He crippled the powers, so we wouldnt be able to fight back if it came down to it. Crippled yours, limiting you to bugs, crippled mine by limiting my ability to analyze them. He started all this because he was certain it would work, used that path to victory to map it all out. Wondered if wed fight back, then mapped out a path where hed have enough power to take humanity on in every conceivable scenario.

Then we create an inconceivable scenario, I said.

How?

I shook my head. Dont know. But Id like to think the Endbringers wont fit into his grand plan.

Not enough, Tattletale said.

Cauldron too.

She shook her head, a little too forcefully. Strands of her blonde hair fell across her face. Theyve caused as many problems as theyve fixed.

Something in that, in the way she was almost too preoccupied to fix her hair, it flicked a switch in my head. A warning bell. I was already stepping forward in response.

Tattletale, I said, interrupting her before she could speak again. I grabbed her hand with both of mine. Stop.

She froze, like a deer in the headlights.

Stop, I said, again. I pulled her into a hug.

The negativity mingled with the bravado I hadnt picked up on it. Hadnt truly understood my friend. She was scared, and shed been hiding it.

She stood there, the bridge of her nose hard against my collarbone, and I was reminded again of how she was shorter than me.

Attacks that pretty much penetrate any defense, she mumbled. We have yet to really hurt him. Mobile. Perceptions are out there. And he wins. He gets victory as a power.

There are options. There are always options. Ways to circumvent powers, ways to trip him up. He really didnt like it when I created multiple swarm decoys. When anyone duplicated. Maybe theres a clue in there.

Maybe, Tattletale mumbled. I could feel her fingernails against the fabric of my suit, at my back. Fuck this. I hate feeling so dumb. So much shit I dont know, shit I cant know. Like fucking Ziz here. Fuck, Ive barely ever given a crap about anyone except myself and my friends, and now Im fucking caring what happens to everyone, when I cant do anything about it.

I held on. I could have gone on, told her that there were ways to cheat. That, with all the powers in the world, there had to be ways to cheat. But she didnt need reassurances.

She was a master of bluffing, wore a mask better than anyone I knew, and shed adopted her persona in a way that nobody else in the Undersiders or Wards had. In the midst of all of this, shed been a pillar, a source that everyone had been turning to when they had questions.

But where was someone in that position supposed to turn to when they needed support?

A minute passed before she broke away. She turned her back to me before I could see her face.

All good? I asked.

Peachy, she said, without looking at me. She stretched, then wiped at her eyes. smudged my makeup, where I painted my eyelids black inside my mask, smearing it across your shoulder.

I played along. I always liked the lenses. The goggles, if you want to call them that.

Sure, but you cant have too many people with the lenses on the same team, or you look like youve got a theme, and only the lame-ass teams do that.

I smiled a little.

She looked up, You dont say a word about this to anyone. Morons are going to get the wrong idea if they hear we were hugging. Way overactive imaginations.

Talking to the Simurgh?

She turned around, and I was momentarily confused. Her makeup was smudged in a way that suggested it had been smeared by my costume. No signs of the running makeup that had followed the rain at the Elites court, no sign of tears.

She smiled a little, conspiratorially.

You and the Simurgh are a good fit after all, I said. Fucking with peoples heads.

Well see. Now, I think its time you stop babysitting me.

I frowned.

Come hang out later, if you dont find anything more pressing. Which you probably will. Ill be okay, now Ive got something figured out. Something to look for. Plus I should get back to looking after Dragons stuff. Reams of shit to cover.

I nodded.

Go, she said.

I went. There was a gravity here of its own. If I didnt go now, I wouldnt go at all.

The introvert, seeking out people, and the extrovert left with only a silent Endbringer for company.

Ill be back soon, I thought.

I want to pet her.

My turn!

I could sense them with my bugs before Id even approached. A cluster of kids, an adult woman, a fenced-in area, a small furry animal.

I didnt want to intrude, so I reached out and gathered a swarm of butterflies.

They stirred, gathering in a small, localized storm.

What? Oh. Skit- Weavers coming, Charlotte said.

I held back on using the flight pack, walking instead. Wouldnt do to use up too much charge, in case I found myself having to fight at a moments notice.

The cottage was one of the outposts that Tattletales crews had put together. North end of town, overlooking the spot that would have been the boat graveyard, a forty minute walk from the Brockton Bay settlement.

Three stories tall, hidden from plain view by a line of trees and a short hill, the cottage had a small fenced-in area next to it. Three dogs stood guard.

They growled at my approach. I didnt flinch or slow down, and the growling intensified.

Hush, Charlotte said. Stand down.

The growling stopped.

I approached, and Charlotte gave me a hug. She looked good, if maybe about five years older than she was. She was dressed in a very utilitarian way, but I couldnt help but notice the gun she wore at her belt.

The kids, for their part, hung back, wary, staring.

I pulled off my mask, then rubbed at my face where it had been tightest. I put on my glasses.

How bad? Charlotte asked, her voice quiet.

Hm? For an instant, I thought shed mention my dad.

The situation.

Oh. It was only that. The worlds ending. About as bad as it gets.

She nodded. You remember the kids?

I did. Two years older. Mai, Ephraim, Mason and Katy. Aiden and Jessie were gone. Hi guys. Long time no see.

They shuffled their feet. Mai raised a hand in a shy wave, but that was it.

Its not anything personal, Charlotte said. Youre famous, and we watched videos of you online. The O.J. and-

I groaned aloud.

Charlotte smiled a little. All of the clips. I wanted them to remember you somehow.

With that, the kids seemed to get even more shy, which only made me feel just as awkward. My eye traveled over to the fenced-in area. The fence looked like it had been made out of two different materials, one set layered over top of the other, attached with chain and cord. Three baby goats were standing inside.

Yeah. Tattletale organized it so anyone who established a home could get goats to breed and milk. If it comes down to it, a single goat goes a long way. Milk, yogurt, cheese Charlotte glanced over her shoulder at the five kids, then whispered, Meat.

Makes a lot of sense, I said.

I approached the fence and bent down, extending a hand for the goat. When it didnt bite or retreat, I reached through to run my hand along its wiry coat. Coarse hair. It bleated at the touch, but didnt pull away.

Id wanted to check in. To see if they were doing okay. They were.

Now I felt out of place. So odd, considering this group had once been a fixture in my life. I couldnt just leave, but I didnt know what to do now that Id arrived.

Lot of crazy rumors flying around, Charlotte said.

All true, I suspect, I answered her. I dont want to talk about that stuff.

Okay. There was no surprise in her voice, no questions.

Weve gathered our forces. Scared the people who were causing problems. The Yngbn probably wont cause any more trouble. The Elite wont be controlling access to key settlements, screening out people who have a right to be there.

You say that so matter-of-factly, Charlotte said.

It was very matter-of-fact, I responded. I stood, removing my hand from between the slats of the fence, turning to face her.

Okay, she said, again.

Again, no questions. No hunger to know.

It would be unfair to tell her, to burden her with it.

But there wasnt a lot to talk about, once I got the cape stuff out of the way. I watched the goats cavorting about.

Diana, Bruce, and Habreham, Charlotte said.

Habreham?

Mai named him.

Ah. I glanced at the kids, saw Mai with her arms folded, looking very stern as she nodded at me. She could be very serious about being very silly, I remembered.

They were all keeping their distance. No smiles, no excitement at my approach.

What had I expected? For some of them, Id been gone for a third of their lives.

The kids perked up as the cottages door opened. Forrest stepped outside. Hed ditched the tight jeans in favor of looser ones, and wore a simple, short-sleeved flannel shirt. Hed kept the heavy beard.

He smiled as he approached, then shook my hand. Youre here to see if we took the deal?

Deal?

He looked at Charlotte. You didnt tell her?

Charlotte shook her head. Im embarrassed.

I glanced between them, searching for a hint. Explain?

A group arrived, offering powers for sale. They had crates of these glass vials.

When?

An hour ago?

After our discussion, I thought. Rachel, Imp, Tattletale and I had stopped to eat, to talk about our next step. Cauldron had gone right to work.

A black woman, lab coat? I asked. White woman with dark hair, wearing a suit?

Forrest nodded.

We didnt take the deal, Charlotte said. She sounded convincing, but I cant say why I didnt agree. Because there were the kids to look after, and Im not a fighter.

A lot of people agreed, Forrest said. Its a chance to do something, instead of sitting around being helpless. But Charlotte and I talked it over, and we agreed it isnt for us.

She said she doesnt know why she refused, but they talked it over?

The statements didnt mesh. Charlotte was avoiding my eye contact.

Me?

Was I the reason theyd refused?

My heart felt heavy in my chest, but I managed to keep it together, to sound confident as I spoke, I think its probably a great deal easier to accept a deal like that when you havent seen what capes deal with firsthand.

Yeah, Forrest said, and there was a note of relief in his voice that only confirmed my thoughts.

I dont Ive imagined having powers, who hasnt? But I couldnt have them and not help and I dont think I could help, Charlotte said.

I was in the neighborhood when Hookwolfs group attacked some guys store, and then nothing affecting me personally for years, until Leviathan attacked. I was there when Mannequin attacked the Boardwalk.

I remember.

I could remember Forrest grabbing the concrete block, hammering at Mannequins head. Hed cracked the casing, even, playing a pivotal role in Mannequin giving up.

We talked about it, and neither one of us wants to leave the kids without a figure? I dont even know what we should call ourselves. But Ive seen how bad it gets when its bad. I want to help, but Im not sure Id be better than the next guy when it came down to getting powers.

I wasnt so sure he was right. Forrest had been more courageous than some capes Id met. He had a kind of conviction I was coming to connect to some of the best of us. A conviction I wanted to imagine I had.

I realized Id been silent too long, lost in thought.

Okay. No, no worries as far as the formula goes. Theres a chance it mutates you into a monster, anyways.

She mentioned that, Charlotte said.

Yeah. Thats fine. Better you didnt take it. Just wanted to check in, I told them. You have everything you need?

More than enough money, Charlotte said. Were doing pretty well for supplies, too. Thank you.

I nodded.

I was feeling a kind of restlessness. It had been there from the beginning, when Id realized I was out of place, that Id intruded on this domestic scene. It was building, getting worse.

Will it last the next while? I asked. The money, the supplies?

Forrest gave me a funny look. A while? In what sense?

A decade? Two decades? Three?

He didnt respond. Instead, he gave me a very curious look. I very nearly flinched.

Yeah, Forrest said. His voice was soft, almost gentle. Enough to last us as long as we need.

Good, I said.

Funny, that the weather was so nice here. The sudden changes from night to day, good weather to bad were going to wreak havoc on my ability to adjust or sleep. It had all been so chaotic, was still chaotic.

That probably wasnt going to end.

I heaved out a sigh, realized in the process that Id been holding my breath. Good. Thats all, really. I just

Needed a reminder about what Im fighting for, before the last fight.

yeah. Thats all, I said.

Forrest extended a hand for me to shake. I took it.

Charlotte gave me another hug. I stepped away, then took flight.

Stupid, to fly when my fuel might run low, but I wasnt up to anything more.

I was just out of earshot when my bugs caught Mais voice, You said the money wasnt any good.

Shh. Quiet, Charlotte hushed her.

You did. You said nobodyll take it. They only take barter.

Shhh, Charlotte said.

And you said were going to have a leaning winter if we dont get more vegetables out of the garden, so whyd you say were doing okay?

Because we are, Forrest said. Bugs Id planted on his sleeve tracked his movement as he wrapped an arm around Charlottes shoulders, pulling her close.

We owe her everything, Charlotte said. Thats enough, in the big picture.

Shed said it, no doubt, because she knew I could hear with my bugs. She wasnt wily, as people went, but I could believe it was for my benefit more than Mais.

It still meant the world to me.

Doorway, please, I said. Faceti.

The portal opened in the air.

Ms. Hebert, Glenn Chambers greeted me. He smiled. It must be the end of the world after all, my old students paying visits.

Students? I asked. My eye traveled across the room to the man who sat at the opposite end of the desk. Quinn Calle, my old lawyer. Hed stood from his seat when I entered.

Mr. Chambers hadnt. He leaned forward. Werent you? Id like to think I taught something to everyone I worked with. Maybe thats conceited.

Conceit is a good trait to have, I said. An overblown sense of ones own abilities can be worthwhile, if youre prepared to try to live up to it.

Mr. Calle raised an eyebrow. He was a little disheveled, having doffed both tie and suit jacket, and the makeup that de-emphasized the scar on his cheek was partially gone. He glanced up as the lights flickered, then extended a hand.

I shook it. Didnt expect to see you here.

A collaborative effort, he said. Smooth, unruffled, despite his appearance. Too much paperwork to sort through by myself, so I tracked down several people whove worked with supervillains.

Ah, I said.

I make costumes for anyone, Glenn said. But the PRT makes more costumes for heroes, and theyve discouraged other heroes from using my services, due to hard feelings. It left me with a fairly one-sided customer base. Well, I do fashion as well, but thats proven to be more of a hobby than a paying venture.

Fashion and crime wouldnt connect, ordinarily, but Glenn does have a passing knowledge of the nations rogues gallery, Mr. Calle said. PRT likes that hes keeping me from being too forgiving with old clients.

What is it youre doing, exactly? I asked.

Vetting capes, Mr. Calle said. Not much work for a criminal lawyer in circumstances like these. They found another job for me, helping decide who gets out of jail, when witnesses cant be found. Who leaves the Birdcage, who gets out of conventional jails, and so on. Starting from the highest power ratings, working our way down.

Building up our forces, I thought. Cauldron passing around formulas like candy, guys like Calle releasing old prisoners.

What were the others doing?

I just

You wanted to thank me, Glenn said. Naturally.

Naturally, I said, my voice dry.

Mr. Calle spoke, arching his eyebrows. Rest assured, Im not hurt in the least, that you chose to thank him before you thanked me. I mean, I was only the man who stood by and helped you through the system after the ill-timed murder of Alexandria and Director Tagg, right in front of me, but yes. The man who gives fashion advice is a higher priority.

I crossed the room, bent over and kissed Mr. Calle on the cheek. Sorry. I wasnt sure if youd have hard feelings over that. Thank you, for everything.

Quite welcome, he replied, almost absently. His attention was on the laptop in front of him.

Its refreshing, I admit, Glenn told me. All of the others whove filed through have been telling me they had a last minute epiphany, that they realized the true import of what I had been trying to teach them about image and self-image. Some of them might have even meant it.

That may be optimistic, Mr. Calle said, without glancing up from his laptop.

Probably. But this young lady took my words to heart before the world started ending. I could see it.

I didnt make a good hero, Im afraid, I said.

Somehow, Glenn said, leaning back in his seat, Im not surprised.

Yes, fancy that, Mr. Calle said. I would have thought youd be a model hero.

I did try with her, Glenn said. And, to her credit, she did try with herself too. Stellar effort, but

I dont think this is a world where heroics work, I said.

Glenn looked genuinely annoyed. Chevalier.

Hes running the Protectorate from a hospital bed, I said. And theyre trying their best to keep Ingenue from visiting. Hes refusing to be healed until all of the other patients have been treated.

Clever, Glenn said. Only way hell be able to sit back and do his job. The bosses cant order him to be a face for the public if hes confined to his bed. Moment the battle starts, hell accept a visit and be on the front lines, I guarantee you.

I figured it was something like that, I said.

See? Proving both my points. You were an excellent student, and Chevalier is exactly the kind of hero we need, Glenn said. He looked up as an employee entered the room, dropping off a box of files. Thank you, Carol.

She glanced at me and Mr. Calle. Mr. Calle, for his part, made a gun with his index finger and thumb, winking and clicking his tongue as he shot her. She smiled, shaking her head.

Really? Glenn asked. Crass.

Mr. Calle didnt take his eyes off the laptop. I can be crass when Im not with a client.

Theres no need to be crass at all.

It works.

Everything works when youre good looking enough. Which is, again, why theres no need to be crass.

Oh, but its fun, Mr. Calle said. We all have our vices, dont we?

Glenn gave his stomach a pat, nodding sagely, I admit thats true. I must admit a predilection for show tunes.

Im starting to wonder how you guys get any work done, I said.

You have to keep alert somehow, Glenn replied. He turned his laptop around. You know him.

ber.

I do, kind of. I didnt think hed get arrested. What did ber do?

Mr. Calle answered for Glenn. Attempted murder. Bit of a loose cannon, but not so loose theyd stick him in the Birdcage. Shacked up with Circus for a while, but it didnt take. Relationship-wise or as a partnership. They stood to lose more than they could ever gain if he got loose again, so they made it a secure facility. He hasnt escaped.

Something happened to Leet, I concluded. Only way hed be that rudderless.

Crossed the wrong people, got offed, Glenn told me.

We could have used him.

bers he should have been better than he was, I said. I remember thinking hed have been a stellar cape if Leet hadnt been holding him down.

Apparently not, Glenn said. Would you accept him or reject him?

Accept, I said. But Im biased. Ill take pretty much anyone. I took Lung.

You took the Simurgh, Mr. Calle said, apparently unfazed.

Yeah, I said.

Enough said, he replied.

Put ber in a hospital. Let him give medical attention. Easy, move on to the next.

Glenn sighed. Until we accidentally release the one person psychotic enough to derail the entire defense effort. I do seem to recall Chevalier, Tattletale and a.

Accord, I said. Yeah, I get your point.

Glenn smiled. I have missed talking with you. Theres no stopping and waiting for you to catch up with us. Smart people are so few and far between.

So true, Mr. Calle said, including himself among the smart people without a moments hesitation.

Which means, Glenn said, I shouldnt act dense. You came here for a reason, something that isnt thanking me.

I just I guess I wanted to say Im a lot closer to figuring out who I am. Where I fit. A bit ago, I would have said I decided, but-

Doubt in the final moments, Glenn said. Well, thats something I understand.

Mm hmm, Mr. Calle acknowledged him, agreeing.

Ive seen capes change their outside to reflect a new inside, after close calls and lifechanging events. Youre wondering where you stand, now that youre at the brink. Only natural, Glenn said.

Wholly unnatural, Mr. Calle said. Most change their tune when they get a slap in the face and a one-way ticket to the Birdcage. Whos the real individual, the man who they were for twenty years prior, or the man they become after the handcuffs go on?

I asked, Youre saying this me isnt the real me, that its a product of the crisis?

You? Hmm Mr. Calle paused.

Her behavior after her arrest was remarkably in line with prior behavior, Glenn commented. Including the, as you describe it, poorly-timed murder of two very notable figures, after she was provoked. Essentially word for word what Miss Militia had put in her file.

Point conceded, Mr. Calle said.

Im not sure thats how I want to be defined, I said.

Take it for what it is, Glenn said. Youre very scary when angry. Perhaps now is the time to be angry?

Being angry at Scion is like raging against a natural disaster, I said. It doesnt understand. It doesnt react. My screams are drowned out in the chaos.

You werent screaming when you attacked Alexandria, Mr. Calle commented. In fact, I remember you were very quiet.

I nodded.

If youve decided who you want to be, Glenn said, Accept all of it. The good, the bad, the ambiguous. Vulnerabilities and strengths. The anger, thats part of it. The fear for people you care about, thats a strength too. Doesnt feel very good while youre experiencing it, but its a well you can tap.

Right, I said. I thought of Charlotte and the kids.

Fuck, I didnt want to fail here, to let them lose what they were building.

And with luck, knowing who you are means not having to waste time and effort on putting up a facade. Maybe that extra time and effort you have at your disposal will make the difference.

A portal opened behind me. A member of the New York Wards. A little bedraggled.

Take care, Ms. Hebert, Mr. Calle told me. Making it easier for me to take my leave, for the new arrival to step in.

Goodbye, I said. Thanks again.

Goodbye, Taylor, Glenn said. You, Weaver, Skitter and the strategist all give him hell, understand? For all of us who cant be on the front lines.

I nodded.

Doorway. To Miss Militia.

The doorway opened, and a small crowd shifted from around me, their attention elsewhere.

It took me a minute to figure out what I was seeing. A hundred people, sitting on folding chairs or standing off in the grass to either side or behind the collection of chairs. They were watching a movie that was being projected onto a massive white sheet, some holding paper bowls with soup, others holding beers.

My bugs moved over the crowd, and I located my teammates.

Parian and Foil in their civilian clothes, sitting together, holding hands. I might have missed them, if not for the rapier that Foil was keeping close at hand.

Aisha, sitting next to Rachel, with the dogs under their seats where theyd be out of the way. The Heartbroken were filling the seats immediately around them. Eerie distortions of Alec, with different frames, hair colors, genders and fashion styles, but close enough for me to notice.

The movie showed a dog on screen, being chased by a group of kids. I could see Imps face in the dark, looking as pleased as Rachel appeared annoyed.

Its not the same dog, Rachel hissed the words. Why isnt anyone seeing that? Same breed, but totally different dogs.

Pretend, Aisha said, her smile not faltering in the slightest.

One of the younger Heartbroken shushed them.

I saw Miss Militia off to one side, with a group of kid capes. Crucible, Kid Win, Vista, two more I didnt recognize, and Aiden. The kids were watching the screen, while Miss Militia watched the crowd for trouble, with a fair bit of her attention being aimed at Aisha and Rachel.

I didnt want to interrupt, didnt want to spoil this for the kids.

It was a distraction. A stupid movie, apparently, but a distraction. For the capes, it was a chance to not think about what came next. To not dwell on the fact that, a minute, an hour, a day or a week from now, we could be fighting with everything on the line.

I drew a small notepad from my belt, then a pen.

Miss Militia,

Once upon a time, I wanted to be a hero. On the night I changed my mind, the same night we attacked the fundraiser, I was going to write you a letter. I suppose its time I finish it

It wasnt an easy letter to write then, and its not any easier to write now, for very different reasons. I wasnt a good hero, and I use the past tense there because I cant genuinely call myself a hero at this point. Ive been visiting people tonight, and I suspect I might visit others tomorrow if circumstances allow, thanking those who need thanking, making sure that maybe theres a legacy, someone to remember me if we all make it through this.

When I was a hero, when I did it right, I think I was emulating you and Chevalier. Looking back, I can imagine that maybe things would have turned out okay if Id joined the Wards, because you would have had my back. I cant say I regret what Ive done, but I cant say I dont, either

Sorry. Dont let me waste your time. All I wanted to say was thank you. Thank you for having my back when it counted.

Taylor Hebert.

I folded it up and gave it to my swarm to deliver. I didnt wait to see her reaction before whispering, Doorway. Tattletale.

Barely an hour spent, all in all, on running my errands, looking after people.

Not all of the people I should have contacted. Id left out some of the most important ones.

The most important one. My dad.

Perhaps I was a coward after all. I knew the answer, I just didnt want to hear it.

I couldnt be absolutely positive I could hear it. I couldnt take a gut punch like that so close to such a crucial fight.

I was nearly silent as I made my way through the building. Tattletales soldiers acknowledged me as I passed.

Not her place. Somewhere out of the way. A secure building, quite possibly one only Cauldron could access.

I found out why as I entered Tattletales room. She was asleep, curled up on a couch with a laptop that had a black screen, glowing lightly.

I heard a murmur. Mumbling in her sleep?

I bent over her, saw the track where the black makeup shed used to color in her eye sockets had run. A tear, from the corner of one eye, down the side of her face. Crying a little in her sleep.

I found a blanket and draped it over her, then sat on the edge of the couch.

Nobody really left for me but you guys, I said. Everyone else has moved on.

Another murmur.

Not from Tattletale.

Not from any direction in particular.

I listened for it, and almost immediately wished I hadnt.

Music. A lullaby, so quiet it was almost imperceptible.

I wasnt hearing it with my ears.

I crossed the room, and my hand touched thick glass that was quite probably bulletproof. I could see men standing guard outside, their night-vision visors glowing.

The Simurgh was outside.

The lullaby continued as she worked on expanding her arsenal.

Stop, I whispered.

She stopped.

The silence was deafening. No noise in the area, no wind, no people.

It made me wonder if the lullaby had been louder than Id thought. How was I supposed to gauge the volume of it when I had nothing to measure it against but my own thoughts?

Im sorry.

The words crossed my mind. My voice.

Not my words.

The Simurgh turned, her hair flowing in the wind. Her hands were still held up as she worked her telekinesis on yet another weapon to add to her arsenal. Her eyes met mine.

I found my way back to the couch, sitting next to Tattletale.

I didnt sleep at all that night.