"Zero…" Grayson's voice dropped an octave, demanding an answer.
However, when he looked at Chronos's face, a single tear escaped the corner of Chronos's eyes. His expression was filled with quiet determination.
It was a look that Grayson had only seen on the faces of men walking into suicide missions. It was a silent vow that no matter what the General decided, he would comply without resentment.
But when Grayson looked closer, his sharp eyes caught a detail that chilled him to the bone.
Chronos was visibly trembling. His fingers were shaking against the Zerg's chitinous claw.
Chronos never trembled, not even in dying moments.
There was something here—something Helena was desperate to reveal and Chronos was even more desperate to bury.
Keres saw the frantic shake of Helena's head.
He felt the tremors wracking Chronos's body.
He saw Grayson's failure to bridge the gap between the two.
Keres smiled wider, a wet sound of triumph emerging from his throat.
