Chapter 96

That’s all he says.

“I know.” Conlan’s voice is muffled,

indistinct. “I know.”

For long moments neither of them says

another word. They’re trapped in a tableau, frozen in time, Conlan

waiting for Ramsey to pass a judgment on him that never comes.

“What’s going on?” Dylan whispers. He tries to see around me but I

keep him back. “Neal, what’s—”

“Fuck,” Ramsey says again, softer this

time, defeated almost. Beaten by Conlan’s silence, his open

acceptance of what he did and why he did it. I don’t think Ramsey

knows what else tosay. “Why—”

“I’m not like you,” Conlan interrupts,

his voice just as soft. He raises his head, presses the heels of

his hands against his eyes, sighs and explains, “I can’t give up

hope, Ramsey. As long as there’s a chance—”

Ramsey laughs, disgusted. “So you just

believe whatever they say, is that it? Fuck the colony, right? What

if they’re lying to you?”

Anger runs through me. Why would we