The memory of the disappeared earth belonged to two remaining men, limbs of infants drifting and snorting dogs paddling through sewage slicks their other spoils. No victory is great enough to split in half. His eyes tingling from unremitted inhaling, Rem cast a cavalier glare at his breaths-older twin, who first bobbed and then went under, frantically licking shit from his moustaches and heaving as the muck swamped his throat. “This is all mine,” Rom said just as the torrent crested, his final crowning flashing atop the depths, where still-erect cities refracted for a solitary moment. Then he too sank.