We didn't leave the valley immediately.
The survivors were in no shape to run, and the wounded were in no shape to walk. As for me, I just needed to sit on a freezing rock outside the Origin Chamber and remember how oxygen worked.
The sun dragged itself up over the peaks, thin and watery. I watched the fog finally burn off the scree. I watched Selene moving through the dirt, checking on the wounded with absolute, machine-like efficiency.
Cassian sat down on the rock next to me. He hadn't said a word in an hour. He didn't need to.
"Genevieve would have hated this," I muttered.
"What part?"
"All of it. The mud. The bleeding. The sheer lack of corporate structure." I looked down at my hands. I was fully human again, but my veins still felt like they were packed with dry ice. "She spent
