On the road, after the walls come down. Tris looks for answers; Peter looks for an ending.
"Step into my fucking office."
I see the blood wash'd entirely away from the axe,
Both blade and helve are clean ...
Boyd flees to the mountains. Ives pursues him.
"I can’t even take you home," he says, with coolly enforced casualness. "You know that, don’t you? Even if I ripped up every threshold in The Unclean Realm, the bagua will stop you. The Stone Castles can’t shelter you, either, nor can the Sabre Halls."
Max comes home for the first time since mom's funeral. He's running out of places to go.
There are prisons, and prisoners.
With Max laid to rest in Santa Carla, Michael tries to get out, but he can't get far enough.
In Egypt, the emperor sleeps poorly.
Caesar and Brutus pursue a little light Jupiter-and-Ganymede roleplay in these trying times.