It is important that each of you decides for yourself, because no one owns your life.
Sinn's voice came through the speakers while the two of us stood at the window watching the last of them disappear down the road. The words filled the reception and settled against the stone. Outside, the street lights threw long yellow stripes across empty dirt. The last dark figures moved through the bands of light and were gone.
No man carries a spare life. Going out into those streets will be your own decision. Joining the people out there who have already lost themselves will be your own decision. I will not make it for you.
Venna turned and looked at me with her eyebrows up. The evening light caught the edge of her face and left the rest in soft shadow.
"Are we seriously listening to a cold war right now? Live, over the emergency system?"
