Being the Disloyal was woven into Morningstar's nature. The key was simple: earn the trust of one-third of humanity. There was more beyond that, but that was the foundation.
Walking the path of the Disloyal required a cunning tongue and the ability to deceive. And even though he was technically the Disloyal already, he hadn't yet embodied what that truly meant.
"The thing about being the Disloyal is that it's all about deceiving. Nobody can lie when I'm around, and I can't tell the truth either."
He muttered.
"What did you say?"
Amber, who rested on the verge of Scar's bed, asked.
"I've been thinking about tomorrow's mission… Area 9, wasn't it? That place is freezing, and if even Storm was cautious, it won't be an easy task."
Scar's eyes moved across the room. It was too sparse, far too sparse for people who were supposedly Moon Killers.
