“Very well. It’s my responsibility.”
Anna wanted to be angry; she had come to rely on that simmering fury to get her through moments like these. Moments where she was forced to deal with the stupidity, negligence and pointless cruelty of people who never should have had power. She wanted to be angry, but when she looked at this woman, all she felt was pity.
Telixa had nothing left; so, she had stopped caring. It was cowardly, but what else could you expect? Perhaps Anna was being too hard on her. Slade’s virus had nearly broken Jack – had broken Cassi – and they had only been forced to deal with it for a few days. Telixa had been living with that constant horror for the better part of a year.
hadShe tried a new tactic.
“You’re not a bad person, Telixa.”
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