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for he had failed at his revenge. And then he felt hollow, for he realized it didn't matter. And he felt happy, for he realized he had stopped a warlord and turned criminals into an army. For him that was enough."
    She frowns. "So my vengeance will feel hollow."
    "Vengeance is powerful, but it is not justice."
    "It can be both."
    He shakes his head. "It cannot."
    "Why?"
    "Motivation."
    Her face turns dark, likely replaying memories of the night her family was murdered. "I have enough."
    "But what kind? Good men steal, bad men steal. Good men kill, bad men kill. What is the difference between good and bad, right and wrong, if not motivation?"
    "So I should forget the Angel? I cannot."
    He turns his head to stare at the horizon. "If the prince had forgotten his father, would he have accomplished as much as he had?"
    "No. He would have grown complacent in an easy life."
    "And instead he became a great man. What would he have become if he had killed his father?"
    She pauses. "You worry about who I will become," she says.
    He doesn't answer for a while. When he does, his eyes are full of sorrow. "I've made mistakes, Scarlett. I pray you are not one of them."
     
    ***
     
    They watch the sunrise in silence. As morning dawns, Zorin stands and holds a hand out to Nightfall. "Would you like to see the progress we have made here while you were at school?"
    She accepts his hand and lets him pull her up. They extend their wings and fly off the roof, then use a secret passage to enter the catacombs inside the Cathedral. Blue lanterns light the gray walls. The halls are spacious. They enter a circular clearing where a man and woman spar with swords. The woman throws sand at the man, blinding him, then lands a strike to his ribs. "I've been training some of the Dark Templars," says Zorin. "Some show more promise than you." He grins at her and she rolls her eyes.
    They continue on through a tunnel and enter a different clearing. Here the roof has been torn open allowing sunlight to pour down. The Night Raven, covered in dirt, sits in the center. Zorin points at the opening above. "Eventually, we'll install a door you can control remotely."
    Trix slides out from under the aircraft, wiping dust from her hands. She studies a bolt in her palm, then throws it aside. "Stupid piece of metal."
    "What are you doing?" Nightfall asks.
    "Upgrading." Trix pets the Night Raven with affection. "Some of these parts are old. Sure, they still work well, but not top of the line anymore. You know what I'm saying?"
    "The Night Raven is new," Nightfall argues.
    "New official military aircraft, yes. But they're making better prototypes now. See what I'm saying?"
    She nods. "How do you know so much about planes?"
    "Planes. Tanks. Cars. You name it. My mom taught me how to fix them." Trix walks over to a workstation and grabs a wrench. "You know, if it wasn't for the war, I could be sitting somewhere with a wrench in one hand and a beer in the other." TR walks in and tosses her a beer. "Well," says Trix, smiling. "It's sunnier where I imagine."
    "Were you conscripted?" Nightfall asks.
    "Nah." Trix opens the beer and takes a sip. "But TR and I couldn't sit around and let others do all the fighting."
    TR nods. He looks more relaxed since last night, but when his eyes meet Zorin's, both men clench their jaws.
    "Good work," Nightfall says, extending her wings. She is airborne in a breath, flying out of the ceiling and landing on a patch of grass by the Cathedral. Zorin follows and lands beside her.
    "You will cooperate with TR," Nightfall says, walking back to the Cathedral.
    "He killed Nephilim." Zorin eyes the girl next to him.
    "And you've never killed?"
    He clenches his jaw.
    Nightfall keeps walking, smiling at him. "You and TR are more similar than you think. You'll both do whatever it takes to win." She raises an eyebrow. "And if I knew you better, perhaps I would notice more similarities."
    He chuckles. "So you want to know about me?"
    "Yes. Tell me more about