“So why the confession?” Mara asked.
Because she knew—the Ratiomaster wasn’t a villain or a hero. He was a symptom. And the only way to cure a disease of ratios was to understand the whole damn equation. ratiomaster
“I crossed the line from mathematician to executioner,” Felix said. “The Ratiomaster was supposed to be a mirror. I turned it into a scalpel. And now…” He raised his cuffed hands as far as the chain allowed. “Arrest me. Or don’t. But whatever you do—understand the ratio of justice to revenge is a fraction I no longer know how to balance.” “So why the confession
“Who are you?” Mara asked.
His second: a reality TV star turned cult leader. Felix calculated the exact ratio of vulnerable followers to personal wealth extracted. The number went viral. The cult dissolved. And the only way to cure a disease
Felix smiled. It was not a kind smile. “Because I got greedy. My last target… a pharmaceutical CEO. I leaked the ratio of opioid deaths to executive bonuses. That was clean. But then I also leaked his home address. Anonymously. Someone showed up with a gun. He survived. His daughter didn’t.”
So he decided to fight ratios with ratios.