Words echo in Jackson's mind, "The execution of Jackson Kendall Britton, Murderer accomplice to our beloved SharpTooth, shall begin." as on the other side, hylotl, humans, and avians are cheering, "SAVIOR OF THE QUADRANT ANTARES! LONG LIVE!" He doesn't know what to believe. He imagines staring down a gun's barrel, and being awarded a medal at the city hall of a far off colony. He decides it's time. He starts on his quest. To try to make this right, to stop these images. The illusions whenever he blinks. He. Will. Fix. This....
