The name was a joke, really. A cynical one. They didn’t mediate peace. They mediated the end.
“So why us?” asked Sol, the youngest. He still had hope in his voice. It was a terrible liability. “That’s a security contract. Not a mediation.” mediadores de ocaso
The Balance leaned forward. “This is not a tribunal. This is a transaction. The dead do not vote. The living do. Right now, the living are eating their own shoes in the dark. That ends today.” The name was a joke, really