Red Rising

I was forged in the bowels of this hard world. Sharpened by hate. Strengthened by love.

He is wrong.

None of them will survive.

“No one grasps the game, because no one knows the rules. No one follows the same set of rules. It is like life. Some think honor universal. Some think laws binding. Others know better. But in the end, don’t those who rise by poison die by poison?”

now need, as I’ll need at the head of a rebellion, followers, not slaves.
Man cannot be freed by the same injustice that enslaved it.

A hand is like the Society,”

“Like how we must live for more?”

am Primus, yet I feel so alone.

His words chill me. We make no decision, yet the proposition serves to remind me that he and I are different creatures. Or are we really?

Be kind to Evey, Mickey. Don’t make her dance. Give her a plush life or I’ll come back to pull your hands off your body.”

I stare at him but say nothing. His lips slice into a smile because I unnerve him. I always have. “You’re frightened of me,” I tell him.

He laughs. “Am I? Oho! Am I now, my boy?”

“Yes. You’re used to knowing what’s what. You think like the rest of them.” I nod to the HC’s reflection. “Things are set in stone. Things are well ordered. Reds at the bottom, everyone else standing on our backs. Now you’re looking at me and you’re realizing that we don’t bloodydamn like it down there. Red is rising, Mickey.”

Dancer sits. “We want you to make our boy here into a Gold.”