Footsteps echoed from the plaza’s edge. She had expected guards; she had not expected the figure that stepped forward: a man in a coat scoured of color, an old soldier with a jaw like broken stone. He smiled, and it was as tired as the city.
On the shuttle, Tomas met her with a look that mixed relief and reproach. "You did good," he said. "But you looked like you wanted to jump." chantal del sol icarus fallenpdf
Someone else wanted what she held.
"I thought you’d have learned by now," he said. "Icarus." Footsteps echoed from the plaza’s edge
They circled, exchanging barbs like knives, each waiting for the other to blink. The battlecruiser above repositioned, and somewhere in the city a siren coughed awake. Chantal found herself thinking of small things—laughter, coffee stained maps, the way the stars used to look honest before politics made them lies. She thought of a promise she had made once, to someone she’d loved and lost to the same kind of sky. On the shuttle, Tomas met her with a
"Why take this risk?" the man asked finally. "You could walk away, Chantal."