Many hours had gone by since they came back from the chaos in the city, since General Ironwood made his sad statement of war. The rush of energy that had run through Jonah was gone, and now he felt very tired. But he couldn't sleep
Every time he closed his eyes, the images came flooding back.
He saw the eyes of Subject Beta. He felt the memory of its soulless fighting style.
And then he saw Dr. Thorne's face. That calm smile as he talked about making an army. The memory was a sharp pain inside Jonah. Thorne hadn't just made a monster. He had changed the very core of Jonah's power, turning the skill of making things into a place that makes living weapons.
Jonah gasped for air. He moved himself up from the small bed in the workshop's corner. The room was dark, and the only light was coming from the glow of Vanessa's inactive Runic Loom.
