Destiny’s world is gone. She failed. Failed her friends, failed herself. And yet…she hears sounds: Someone sobbing, shhhhhing whistling through teeth, a voice wracked with pain echoing through the darkness. “I can’t. Can’t do it. Can’t do it.” Her eyes are closed, she realizes. And when she opens them, the world returns to the black of the blank holo-darkened walls and the pale white face of the doctor, who continues to hold the gun in trembling hands. Her gaze cuts sharply to the left. Michael Kelly is hunched over, in so much pain he can barely stand. Has he been shot? Did the bullet go wild and hit him instead? No. There’s no fresh blood on him; any injuries are from days past, suffered under the vengeful care of the madman on the metal slab. Michael’s head lifts, but he looks past Destiny to the doctor. “No,” he breathes. “Have to,”
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