Chapter 65: Taran

I have no answer and I don't think Grayson wants one either. I wasn't responsible for Garrett's death, yet I was there and part of me wonders if I could've done more. Could've maybe reasoned with Xavier. I know better, and so did Garrett right before he died, but survivor's guilt is something we all live with in a society riddled by death. Without another word Grayson starts the car and pulls away from the Tower.

Doctor Bishop's office is located near the police station in Sanctuary's commercial sector. It looks like a small house that's been converted into an office. He greets us at the car, opening my door and reaching in to help me out. I smile at his old-fashioned manners, but they suit him.

"Come on inside, my dear, and don't mind the mess." His deep voice belies his pleasure in having some company and I'm happy I made the decision to come.

"I'll be out here." Grayson stations himself at the door, his rifle within easy reach and his hand resting on his sidearm.