“Only two types of people come out of wars, Maker; emotionally ravaged casualties and corpses. Sorting bodies into those two categories is what wars do.” He said it in a manner so simple and nonchalant. For me, it was like a kick in the nuts and a slap in the face; all rolled into one. For some reason, I started to feel a little sick.
He leaned back with his arms crossed and smiled wide. Just another emotionally ravaged casualty. “I figure between the two of you I might be able to cobble together a decent human being.”
I launched to my feet and seized a few billion electrons to make a spark between my thumb and index finger. “I’ll fry your ass, old man!”
Miles laughed so hard he doubled over for a moment. “Go ahead. All the lightning in the world ain’t gon’ make me wrong.” Miles went ba
