I wasn’t going to try and escape, anyway. If I did, people would die because I was selfish – and I didn’t have anywhere to go as it was. No, I would never be free from Isaac and the group he was with. They would look for me until my heart stopped beating, and even then I doubted that they would ever give up. “So, where is this big fancy man you claim to be my father?” I asked after we drove in silence for a few minutes. “Cobalt,” Neil answered his voice gruff. “And why do you call him Prophet?” “Because he is the Prophet – he delivers the messages of God, the prophecies we must fulfill to restore purity to this world,” Neil continued, his voice filled with admiration. “You’re telling me the Prophet is a deranged lunatic who hears voices in his head and you follow what he says?” I laughed. “Do not mock the prophet,”
