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“There are few humans who can claim to have killed a god,” Ch’ang Hao said. “Even<br />
by accident. You continue to accumulate distinctions.” The flatness of his tone did more<br />
to advertise his hatred for her than any amount of anger would have.<br />
“I know your opinion of me isn’t as high as it could be,” Marla said. “I wish I could do<br />
something about that.” She backed away from the creature’s expanding girth, and<br />
Ch’ang Hao moved with her.<br />
“I comprehend fully what you are, Marla. I understand the reasons behind your actions.<br />
But they earn you no love from me, and I will kill you, if I can. I am saddened at the<br />
prospect of this frog-monster killing you first.”<br />
Marla nodded. She considered her options. There was really only one.<br />
The weapon is not responsible for the action of its wielder, Marla thought. Like she’d<br />
told B on the hotel roof earlier—it is not the sword that kills, but the wielder.<br />
And now Ch’ang Hao was her only sword, albeit a sword that would try to cut its<br />
wielder, in time. Even if she managed to stop Susan from deleting her from reality—and<br />
with the Cornerstone swallowed up like an after-dinner mint, how could she ever do<br />
that?—she’d have to contend with Ch’ang Hao’s eventual attack. If she used him as a<br />
weapon now, he would not love her for it, and he would be a far more formidable foe<br />
later, too.<br />
“Ah, well,” Marla said. “Dead now or dead later, the only difference is the fate of the<br />
whole goddamned world. Fuck it.” She drew her dagger of office and slid the blade<br />
between Ch’ang Hao’s shoulder blade and the nail-studded harness the Celestial had<br />
bound him in. With a flick of her wrist, Marla cut the strap, and then repeated the<br />
motion at the other shoulder.<br />
Ch’ang Hao looked down at her. “I hope you do not expect thanks.”<br />
“I think we both know why I just did that,” Marla said.<br />
“I could kill you now,” he said. “You could not stand against me.”<br />
“But you gave me your word you wouldn’t kill me today. And you won’t. Because<br />
you’re honorable. And even though I’m not honorable in your eyes, you’ll keep your<br />
word. And while I certainly can’t compel you to fight this giant monster, I will point out<br />
that if you don’t kill Tlaltecuhtli, he’ll kill me, and then you won’t get the opportunity.”<br />
“Your words are, as always, true and perceptive.” Ch’ang Hao tore off the harness,<br />
copper nails popping out of his flesh, yellowish blood briefly welling from dozens of<br />
small punctures before they healed over. And then, finally unbound, Ch’ang Hao did<br />
what he had not done for centuries. He began to grow.<br />
“My God,” Cole said, when Marla reached him. “He—he—he’s a giant.”<br />
“It’s his thing,” Rondeau said. “He gets bigger. He says he can grow just big enough to<br />
defeat whoever he’s fighting.”