Trevor flew to Pomimi using his one anti-grav sneaker that still worked even as screaming human beings continued to plunge to their deaths all around him.

     Was Pomimi even still alive? 

     It sure didn't look like it. 

​     Fully half of Pomimi's body was smashed into the sidewalk. Trevor could only see one of Pomimi's eyes, and that was open and stared out at nothing. 

     "Pomimi!" 

     The reptilian shuddered. 

      "Hi," Trevor said, returning to visibility once again. "Pomimi!" 

     And damned if, with the half of his face that hadn't been crushed, Pomimi muttered something, and Trevor leaned forward to hear what he said. Couldn't understand a word. It was all in Pomimi's native language. 

     Then, Pomimi's fist, the one that hadn't been crushed, opened, and a device as small and round as a marble rolled out of his hand.

     Trevor knew precisely what it was. He'd been given a similar device the year before when the world was being threatened by Silveria. 

     Then Pomimi spoke his final words, in perfect English, before the life disappeared from his one good eye and the spirit of Pomimi departed to join Xaxmar on the eternal battlefield of the afterlife.

     The word. "I...I...Peace...Peace..."  

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