"Warren, you don't ask too many questions, do you?"
The boy shrugged and returned his attention to the television mounted on the waiting room wall. He was half-buried in his armchair while Eden lay draped along the sofa next to it.
"I mean that as a good thing," she said. "You're curious, but you don't show it."
"Because I don't wanna die, maybe?"
She bobbed her head, conceding the point with a thoughtful expression. "True...true. I was just reminded of it because you haven't even asked where Zero is right now. Or where I was this morning."
"Oh. That part's because I don't really care."
This kid...Yeah, he had a point. He had a roof over his head and a supply of nonperishable food within reach; if two fellow residents of this hideout died, what would it matter to him? More food and
