Elara’s chrome fingers dented the table. “You would arm the scavengers?”
The third figure spoke. His name was not a name, but a function: The Balance. He was a skeleton wearing a diplomat’s coat, and his eyes were two different colors of artificial glass. “Stalemate is our invitation,” he said, voice like grinding stones. “We don’t broker peace. We broker cessation. We find the point where both sides lose less by stopping than by continuing. Then we make it hurt to refuse.” mediadores de ocaso
Lira opened. “You both have losses. You both have more losses coming. Consortium: your filtration towers are three days from collapse without Voss’s spore-clearance data, which only his bio-network can harvest. Voss: your tissue banks are freezing because the Consortium controls the cryo-fuel supply. In one week, you rot. In two, you stop thinking.” Elara’s chrome fingers dented the table