How does one become a martyr? Was it the abusive father, or the subdued mother? Could the tyrannical brother for a King with his boot on Cinder's neck have contributed to my misery and impressive alliances? All those millennia of fighting against Nox only to learn I was fooled by the very people who'd reduced the Icari to mindless assassins. The real monsters resided in Enki. Consider my position, War King. The survival of my race hung in the balance. The well-being of the Progeny and the entire galaxy. What would you do differently? Everyone believes you're dead, but I know better, Rayne. For the sake of Cinder, the Vast Collective, and the universe - learn from my mistakes. Don't become like me.