The London skyline was bathed in golden light as the sun rose over the city.
Ethan stood at the window of the safe house, staring out at the awakening city. Three months had passed since Eleanor Cross's final defeat. Three months of rebuilding, of healing, of learning to live without the shadow of the Genesis Project hanging over them.
And yet, something felt wrong.
Kate appeared beside him, her hand on his arm. "Ethan, you've been standing here for hours. What are you thinking about?"
"Everything. Nothing." He turned to look at her, his eyes tired but clear. "I keep thinking about what Eleanor said. About humanity being broken. About needing to be saved."
"Ethan—"
"I know she was wrong. I know what she did was evil. But sometimes, I wonder. Look at the world, Kate. The wars, the cor
