The first remarkable thing about the space was its spaciousness. Hall after colonnaded hall receded into the far distance. Clouds obscured the vaulted ceiling. Even Marcus, safe big Marcus holding my hand, was diminished.
The second remarkable thing–the Capitol refracted identity. Mirrors on every wall reflected mirrors, and I saw myself seeing.
The third thing, well, everyone knows that –the mortality of gods. They killed the Emperor that day, right in front of me. And the mirrors multiplied his dying into a massacre of thousands, one death for each of his crimes.
Now we must learn to worship ourselves.