Facing his shattered interrogation, I looked at his wretched face, mixed with tears and black ash, and gave no verbal reply.
The scar already explained everything. I didn't need to say another word. I calmly pulled up my slipped right collar to cover the old mark, turned around, and walked toward the command vehicle a few paces away.
Two emergency doctors seized the opportunity to rush forward. Forcibly holding down Julian's profusely bleeding arms, they dragged him toward the nearby medical tent. Julian didn't struggle; his gaze bypassed the doctors' shoulders, staring fixedly at my retreating back.
Half an hour later, the sky turned completely overcast, and a cold rain began to fall.
I stood under the awning, cross-checking the lab's damage inventory with the IFG's security personnel
