“Then you're a fool.”
He shrugged again. “Sounds like you're still angry.”
I sighed. “I guess I am. But how I feel isn't something that should worry you. You're about to experience the worst political crisis in your life, and you'd better decide what you're going to do.” I hadn't told him that I'd incited the clones to chant or that I'd stopped their protest.
“You sound worried about me.”
“Which is ironic, since I'm going to precipitate that crisis. Be that as it may, my worry for you won't get in my way. My path is clear. I know what I need to do.”
“I've always known that about you, Allison. You know where you're going.”
“Yes, I do. I have known, deep inside.” I sighed again, knowing what I needed to address, but reluctant even so. “It's you I don't know about.”
Father nodded. “Me
