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“Then we’ll create another war,” said Kitay. “That’s what militaries do.”
“Not a military controlled by a Republic,” Nezha said.
Rin sat up. “Have any of you pictured it? A democratic Nikan? Do you really think it’ll work?”
The prospect of a functioning democracy had rarely bothered her during the war itself. There was always the more pressing threat of the Empire at hand. But now they’d actually won, and Vaisra had the opportunity to turn his abstract dream into a political reality.
Rin doubted he would. Vaisra had too much power now. Why on earth would he give it away?
She couldn’t say she blamed him. She still wasn’t convinced democracy was even a good idea. The Nikara had been fighting among themselves for a millennium. Were they going to stop just because they could vote for their rulers? And who was going to vote for those rulers? People like Auntie Fang?
“Of course it’ll work,” Nezha said. “I mean, imagine all the senseless military disputes the Warlords get into every year. We’ll end that. All arguments get settled in council, not on a battlefield. And once we’ve united the entire Empire, we can do anything.”
Venka snorted. “You actually believe that shit?”
Nezha looked miffed. “Of course I believe it. Why do you think I fought this war?”
“Because you want to make Daddy happy?”
Nezha aimed a languid kick at her ribs.
Venka dodged and swiped another jug of wine from the wagon, cackling.
Nezha leaned back against the tower wall. “The future is going to be glorious,” he said, and there wasn’t a trace of sarcasm in his voice. “We live in the most beautiful country in the world. We have more manpower than the Hesperians. We have more natural resources. The whole world wants what we have, and for the first time in our history we’re going to be able to use it.”
Rin rolled onto her stomach and propped her chin up on her hands.
She liked listening to Nezha talk. He was so hopeful, so optimistic, and so stupid.
He could spout all the ideology he wanted, but she knew better. The Nikara were never going to rule themselves, not peacefully, because there was no such thing as a Nikara at all. There were Sinegardians, then the people who tried to act like Sinegardians, and then there were the southerners.
They weren’t on the same side. They’d never been.
“We’re hurtling into a bright new era,” Nezha finished. “And it’ll be magnificent.”
Rin spread her arms. “Come here,” she said.
He leaned into her embrace. She held his head against her chest and rested her chin on the top of his head, silently counting his breaths.
She was going to miss him so much.
“You poor thing,” she said.
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
She just hugged him tighter. She didn’t want this moment to end. She didn’t want to have to go. “I just don’t want the world to break you.”
Eventually Venka started retching off the side of the tower.
“It’s okay,” Kitay said when Rin moved to stand up. “I’ve got her.”
“You’re sure?”
“We’ll be fine. I’m not close to as drunk as the rest of you.” He draped Venka’s arm over his shoulder and guided her carefully toward the stairs.
Venka hiccupped and mumbled something incomprehensible.
“Don’t you dare puke on me,” Kitay told her. He looked over his shoulder at Rin. “You shouldn’t be staying out with wounds like that. Go get some sleep soon.”
“I will,” Rin promised.
“You’re sure?” Kitay pressed.
She read the concern on his face. We’re running out of time.
“I’ll be out here for an hour,” she said. “Tops.”
“Good.” Kitay turned to leave with Venka. Their footsteps faded down the staircase, and then it was just Rin and Nezha left on the rooftop. The night air had suddenly become very cold, which at that point seemed to Rin like a good excuse to sit closer to Nezha.
“Are you all right?” he asked her.
“Splendid,” she said, and repeated the word twice when the consonants didn’t seem to come out right. “Splendid. Splendid.” Her tongue sat heavy in her mouth. She’d stopped drinking hours ago, had nearly sobered up by now, but the evening chill had numbed her extremities.
“Good.” Nezha stood up and offered her his hand. “Come with me.”
“But I like it here,” she whined.
“We’re freezing here,” he said. “Just come on.”
“Why?”
“Because it’ll be fun,” he said, which at that point sounded like a good reason to do anything.
Somehow they ended up on the harbor. Rin lurched into Nezha’s side as she walked. She hadn’t sobered up as quickly as she’d hoped. The ground tilted treacherously beneath her feet every time she moved. “If you’re trying to drown me, then you’re being a little obvious about it.”
“Why do you always think someone’s trying to kill you?” Nezha asked.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
They stopped at the end of the pier, farther out than any of the fishing crafts were docked. Nezha jumped into a little sampan and gestured for her to follow.
“What do you see?” he asked as he rowed.
She blinked at him. “Water.”
“And illuminating the water?”
“That’s moonlight.”
“Look closely,” he said. “That’s not just the moon.”
Rin’s breath caught in her throat. Slowly her mind made sense of what she was seeing. The light wasn’t coming from the sky. It was coming from the river itself.
She leaned over the side of the sampan to get a closer look. She saw darting little sparks among a milky background. The river was not just reflecting the stars, it was adding its own phosphorescent glow—lightning flashes breaking over minuscule movements of the waves, luminous streams washing over every ripple. The sea was on fire.
Nezha pulled her back by the wrist. “Careful.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off the water. “What is it?”
“Fish and mollusks and crabs,” he said. “When you put them in the shadow they produce light of their own, like underwater flames.”
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered.
She wondered if he was going to kiss her now. She didn’t know much about being kissed, but if the old stories were anything to judge by, now seemed like a good time. The hero always took his maiden somewhere beautiful and declared his love under the stars.
She would have liked Nezha to kiss her, too. She would have liked to share this final memory with him before she fled. But he only stared thoughtfully at her, his mind fixed on something she couldn’t guess at.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked after a pause.
“Anything,” she said.
“Why did you hate me so much at school?”
She laughed, surprised. “Wasn’t it obvious?”
She had so many answers, it seemed a ridiculous question. Because he was obnoxious. Because he was rich and special and popular, and she wasn’t. Because he was the heir to the Dragon Province, and she was a war orphan and a mud-skinned southerner.
