Six
Back and forth. Back and forth.
The cold mountain air blew the blonde strands of her hair into her face. She pushed them away. They couldn’t stay here, could they? But what about the army? She paced back and forth. Where the hell was Adama?
From afar, the bizarre figure of Brennan limped in her direction. Now, in full size, he looked even more menacing against the green and orange meadows and the dark autumn skies. Inhumane. A product of the lab. Metal details writhed around his skull and ended at his lips. She was surprised at how delicate those lips were. Fine, beautiful even. He had been handsome once. But he had become a machine. She pitied him when his tired eyes met hers.
“Are you doing better?”
“Barely.”
Did he feel this metal invading him when he walked? Did it pinch him,
