Two flowers bloomed, each on its own branch.
The sunlight in the courtyard painted the blue-gray flagstones a warm, golden hue.
Murphy quietly watched Martha and her daughter.
Martha kept her head down, clutching Lina tightly, her body trembling slightly.
Lina buried her face in her mother's shoulder, occasionally stealing a timid glance before quickly hiding her face again.
A sudden wave of apathy washed over Murphy.
He shouldn't have been capable of such an emotion, especially not in this clone, a body with far fewer emotions and far more Rationality.
But for some reason, the thought of "being alive" caused this feeling to spread uncontrollably.
"You may go," Murphy said.
Martha looked up, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. 'Is that it? Nothing's going to happen?'
Murphy didn't look at her. His gaze rested on the few trees blooming with white flowers in the corner of the yard.
"You are not needed here."
