The silhouette of Jack was right there behind her, waiting patiently with his hands folded over his waist. “You do protect life,” he said, taking one step forward. “Over three thousand people are alive right now because of you.”
“And if Slade kills a million?”
She turned.
Biting his lower lip, Jack stared down at the floor. “Do you remember the course on practical ethics?” he asked in a soft, soothing voice. “All those lectures on the difference between abstract good and concrete good?”
“I do.”
“Then you know what I'm going to say.”
Anna leaned against the punching bag with arms folded, trying to ignore the tears on her face. “I don't know,” she muttered. “I remember agreeing with Dray Adarus when he said that you cannot measure real lives against abstract numbers in some hypothetica
