'Then I hope the consequences of your betrayal are worth what it will cost Mars.'

'That will be for the Warmaster to decide,' said Chrom, nodding towards the Kaban machine.

Ravachol looked into the glowing sensory blisters of the machine and saw nothing but the cold, incalculable mystery of a brain that had no right to exist and would one day turn on its masters as it was even now turning on him.

'Goodbye, Pallas,' said the machine, aiming its weapons at him.

He closed his eyes and his world ended in fire.