I think of George and the young boy begging for money to buy water. I recall the limp body of the girl who should be sitting in my place right now. Willis is committed to a cause he believes is right. He has probably never seen the poverty on the street that I saw. On top of that is the box of memories that have been and might have been.
“I don’t understand. I’m just a Monitor. My QI is not as big as yours.” He makes a noise behind me, struggling not to correct my deliberate slip.
“My last Monitor pretended to be not very bright. She disappeared after being suspected of working for the Rebellion. So are you her replacement or did the Trident get in first?”
When I don’t answer, he grabs my arm and spins me around. The silver bracelet fits his wrist now. Willis loosens his grip and tilts
