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Prologue: Day 0 Makuta is gone, and Sulov is back. He is not cognizant of anything but that fact at first, a truth that lifts weight from his chest, and as he looks where the darkness used to be, he just thinks: it's done. Then: we did it. Finally: we won. Onua is proud. Something rises in his throat. All this time, he has reserved his feelings, letting but the positive and the mild show on the surface. Now the dam has burst. He needs to share his joy, to put aside review of what has happened or care for his injuries in favor of happiness. He gets up, only now noticing his sit on Mangaia's battered floor, and looks untrammeled through the dim at the others. He perceives their exhaustion, brims with concern; but their faces sweep that away along with the self-barricade. He spots Oreius, shocked but not severely hurt. Sulov remembers Oreius' doubt and wants to give his friend peace. Justice must reward the good as well as punish the bad. He lunges and pulls the Ta-Toa against his chest-- --And Oreius' armor meets flayed body, smaller form knocking broken ribs and cracking shattered arm. Instead of succumbing, Sulov breathes out the pain; instead of hissing, he sighs slightly, still. What rose in his throat is stuck. It would not be leal for Oreius, who piloted the boat, and kept Stannis safe, and defied the expectation of betrayal, to have to worry about anything now. Sulov is not shameful, but resolute. He holds Oreius for many wordless seconds before he gently extricates himself to examine those injuries. He waves off the others. They are happy, and they don't need him right now. ... As Sulov finishes, Stannis speaks, and Sulov leans against the wall, listening. “We will return here soon, to finish our work; the dark instruments of the Makuta remain, and we must remove them. But now is not the time. Now, we owe the people of Mata Nui the knowledge that they have been craving: that Makuta is gone. Each of us should go to our Koros – or, our new Koros – and tell the people what has transpired here.” Sulov does not agree. Morality is clear: the people must know, Makuta's lair must be dismantled. But the team must not split up. We have something special, Sulov thinks. We are versed in each other, and we know where we stand among ourselves. We won together. Tamping down the minor niggles of Stannis' Mask, the Maru are people who should work together. And why not? Putting together Sulov's Mask and Korero's, the Maru can alert all the villages more easily than if divided, find recuperation quicker than divided, clean up the island more efficiently than if divided. Then it strikes him. They don't need efficiency. They've won, haven't they? The biggest evil they have left to defeat is discontent, and the only job clean-up duty. From the looks on their masks, Sulov understands. They would be happy to follow Stannis' direction. It would be good for them to have time away from each other. Meanwhile, Sulov can catch up on his old friends, return to how things were before he was exiled. Everything will come back together soon enough, the better for it. He sees the future can be better than the present and the past. It can be both. Sulov stays silent. When the others begin to move, he does also. He waves before he goes. Curious, he notes, stepping into his tunnel, he's never enjoyed saying goodbye before. Review