Adjusting to life in Trench had been a struggle. Everything was so different from Dema. But after so many times, he’d gotten the hang of it. He’d found his own rhythm. Embraced his colors.

Still, he had his own struggles. He wasn’t outgoing, or generous like the rest of the banditos. Clancy had one singular goal, to destroy Nico and the bishops. He didn’t quite know what he’d do after that. But it didn’t matter. As long as Nico was gone. Clancy just wanted the cycle to end. No matter the means. He wasn’t like them. He kept to himself. The only one he’d stick his arm out for was torchbearer.