24. Capable
Mina
The thing that had taken Aldo could not be allowed to exist. It had to die, I had to make it dead, and it had to be now, before the killing feeling could wear off, before hope could set in, hope that would to stick to me, gnawing and taunting and preventing me from acting, keeping Aldo in one of those piercing, smothering, worse-than-death pods for the rest of his life.
Leaving other Splinters alive for the sake of treaties and that faint hope of someday setting all their prisoners free was one thing. But this was Aldo.
They could keep everything else they’d taken from me, but they could not have him.
When the imposter slipped through my fingers out that window, when the killing feeling had no immediate direction, when the hope slammed into me, I had no trouble findin
