Marcus merely smiled.
"Danton, you are my brother." He said it with the smooth ease like he had spent years dressing calculation in the finer clothes of affection. "Knowing everything there is to know about the Dragon, and plundering certain parts of his inheritance before he understands their worth, will play a considerable role in defeating the bastard."
He began walking away from the altar, his polished shoes passing over stone still faintly distorted by the recent arrival of the Void-Djinns. Danton fell into step beside him, both hands resting inside his pockets, while after they walked beyond Anahita followed several paces behind with her head lowered and her mismatched wings folded elegantly against her back.
