Ada had no idea what she’d been expecting when she confronted Joshua, but that wasn’t it. Nothing can kill me. I can’t die. She tried to wrap her mind around it, but it was impossible. Everyone dies. Some when they’re young, and others when they’re old, but eventually everyone dies. Everyone except Joshua. It was impossible, yet she believed him. The evidence was too strong. His bullet wound was less than twenty-four-hours old, but it was nearly healed. And that picture was definitely old and definitely him. No one else on earth looked like Joshua. She was sure of it. If he wasn’t lying, if he really was an Immortal, what did it mean? The no dying part was obvious, but was he serious about that whole God’s warrior stuff? Was he really an angel? I ceased to be human. No, that part she wasn’t buying. The no dying and healing overnight stuff she could somewhat get behind, but not the God stuff.
