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Before I can understand, sorabs the back of h the black air We land in water far below, but the aro

The water takes me, down into darkness

EPILOGUE

The black void of sleep ebbs away, giving way to life again My body rocks with ainst nize The Undertrain

The seat beneath my cheek feels oddly soft, but also tense Not leather or cloth or concrete, I realize, but war as I h to

Cal sits across the train, his posture stiff and tense, fists clenched in his lap He stares straight ahead, to the person cradling me, and in his eyes is the fire I knoell The train fascinates hihts and the s and the wires He’s itching to exa at all

Farley

The revolutionary, all scars and tension, stands over hihter under the Square I want to shme still I remember the storm, the battle of the arena, and all the horrors that ca in anguish and shas across her chest, ready to fire on Cal There arehim They are broken, wounded, and so few, but they still lookTheir eyes never stray fro him as a mouse would a cat And then I see his wrists are bound, shackled in iron that he could easilyfor soaze, his eyes snap to ain

"Mare," he er breaks So hand pushes uely recognize

"Kilorn," I mumble

"I’m here"

To h the Guardsmen behind Farley He has scars of his oith dirty bandages on his arht of hihthere, with the rest of the Guard, then

My neck turns sharply,to look up at the person above me "Who--?"

The face is fa down, I would certainly fall The shock is too much for me to bear

"Am I dead? Are we dead?"

He’s come to take me away I died in the arena This was a hallucination, a drea We are all dead

Butat me with familiar honey-colored eyes Shade was always the handsoed that