Every single member of the Rejected Corps received the same message.
No one was given context. No one was offered an explanation. It wasn't like the message Chrono had gotten, there were no details, no warnings, just five simple, loaded words.
Max has betrayed us.
That was all Dud had sent.
But he didn't need to say more. He knew the group, knew exactly how they'd react. From the beginning, the Rejected Corps had been built on loyalty, forged through hardship and struggle. They weren't the type to forgive quickly. They weren't the type to forget easily. And they never trusted outsiders.
Max had never fit their mold. He didn't come from their world, hadn't bled for the same reasons. The very idea that they'd have to rely on someone like him, some school kid with no real roots in the underworld, had rubbed many the wrong way.
The only reason they ever gave him a chance at all was because the order came from Chrono. And when Chrono spoke, they listened.
