“We want you to,” John said. “It’s time. And you said yourself there’s not anything big on the horizon, nothing we need you to infiltrate, and—”
“But I’m helping!” Holly’s voice cracked; not in a good way. “I’ve—am I not, has it not been—is it not enough, I can do more, I can be more useful—”
“You can,” Ryan interrupted, hand finding his wrist, encircling it, squeezing. “You’ve done so much. Seriously. You stopped Code Blue that time, you sent us to Moon Labs before the break-in happened, tonight you told us about Blade’s plans for Tim—”
“But you want me to stop!”
“We want you here with us,” John said.
Holly looked at his face, at the emotion laid bare and raw, and stopped talking.
“We want you here,” John said again. “You—it’s not just about you. Or it is but not like that. This is—we’re dying a little bit every day you go in there, kid, and tonight you came out hurt, and we can’t—it’s not worth that. It’s not.”