She thought she had me. She was wrong.

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I almost brought down Sky City, but now I’m in the hands of the enemy. Again. This time, it’s different. There’s a little respect. Is that something I can build from? Is it something I can trust?

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With Nix, the answer of trust is always no. Everything she says is a manipulation of one sort or another. But she offers me a treaty and tells me to get the tribes to sign it. Sign it and there will be peace. She will stop killing tribes, will cease the genocide.

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The trick is going to be getting the tribes together to sign it. I have an idea, but my mother isn’t going to like it. 

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Not even in the slightest. It’s time for both powers—the great tribal Families and the Hands of Tarot to step down.

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They won’t go gently. But I’m ready.