Engines and werewolves

Chapter 89

This is my way out, I realize. If I want it. If I say I think the fight is hopeless, then I’ll be able to talk Marvel down, get her to come with us. We’ll be safe. Maybe.

Or else I roll the dice. Save everyone, or die trying.

Rot.

I don’t care about everyone. Maybe that makes me a monster, but I’ve always known that. To save Vee, to save Marvel, to save my own skin, I’d kill every crew on the ship if I had to. But—

There’s more to saving Marvel than just keeping her alive. If I take her with me, and we live when everyone else dies, then she’d never forgive herself. The goodness in her, the part that makes her care, might be snuffed out forever.

Then she’d be a monster, too. And I can’t accept that.

“I can beat her. I beat the hammerhead and the blueshell, and they were both bigger th