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The old socialist heart of the Sons, who distrusts Darrow's Golds yet blesses him as he leads the Red Armada away from Mars to war.
Dancer, the crippled veteran leader of the Sons at Tinos, remains the movement's conscience and its most territorial voice—bristling at the Golds Darrow now keeps close, above all Mustang, and quietly ensuring the captive Cassius gets no special treatment. He resists Darrow's radical turn: torture, alliance with Rim tyrants, and above all the decision to abandon Mars, insisting 'this is our war' and warning Darrow not to forget where he comes from or Eo's dream. Yet as the great migration empties the pole and the Red Armada boards for Jupiter, he seeks Darrow out on the landing pad, mourning that Fitchner never lived to see his son wear his helm, and confessing his own decades of buried grief.
Darrow embraces him, naming him the true heart of the Sons—'as great a man as Ares himself'—and Dancer, tearful, sends him off with the old cry, 'Break the chains,' as the whole hangar raises their fists.
A gnarled, aging Red with a crippled arm, weathered by decades of war and loss; his head barely reaching Darrow's chest, eyes hard but quick to tears.
The socialist heart and elder conscience of the Sons; the voice of Mars and the lowColors who blesses Darrow even as he fears the man he's becoming.