“Who, not an it then?”
“A projector,” he admits.
Projectors have the special ability to pull memories from one mind and place them in another's head, allowing them to view it through the person's eyes. Projectors should be extinct, then again, so should I.
“Have you been in contact with one?” I ask.
“Not yet. I have to go to his home first.” He pauses and clears his throat. “Look, Hope, I'm sorry I lied to you. It wasn't my intention, I just couldn't be certain of where you stood.”
“So why are you telling me the truth now?”
“Because I can do this alone, and you have proven yourself an ally to the innocent.”
His unspoken words hung in the air. I’m the only person he has right now.
I stare into his green eyes and see pieces of the young boy I thought he was.
“Put your contacts back
