"Most things," Rex corrected, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous hum. "Not everything."
"You made genuine decisions that even my models didn't anticipate."
"The specific information you chose to protect regarding Apollo, for example. I noticed that you omitted certain information, and I decided not to provide any additional details."
"I was curious to see what you would do..."
"The designation accuracy you left out of the report... that was a nuance I didn't expect. That was yours."
Rex looked at him, the mask of the student, the villain, and the god all merging into a single, terrifying reality. "That was yours, Zane. The rest... the rest was all mine."
From the dirt of the treeline, where she lay broken and bleeding, Ignivara's voice drifted up, raspy and filled with a primal, instinctive dread.
"How long..." she wheezed, her golden eyes fixed on the monster standing before them, "...how long have you been doing this?"
