Chapter Twelve
Trust. That’s the first thing joining our ranks demands. Before you can even begin to wonder if the changes are worth it, you have to trust the changes are possible.
Then, you have to trust that a needle to the heart will do more than just kill you, and that the person you’ll be on the other side will be close enough to who you were that you’ll still believe in our mission.
You have to trust the one who injects you, and the one who sits by your side as the d**g blazes through your veins, like the dose is burning away everything you are. You have to trust them when they shout over your screams of pain, promising the fire in your blood will never die completely, but your body will adapt to the flames.
You trust the one who teaches you to fight. You trust the one who gives
