"The corruption, the greed, the destruction—it's everywhere," Liam muttered under his breath. "But fixing a world like Earth isn't about power or technology. It's about balance. And right now, Earth doesn't have it."
He exhaled softly, his hand still resting gently on Lucy's head. She had said everything she needed to. And now, she waited—like a child waiting for judgment after doing something she thought might anger her father.
Liam didn't speak right away. His mind was elsewhere, deep in his own thoughts.
She's still a child, he thought quietly.
For all her brilliance, all her processing power and the cold precision of her logic, Lucy's emotions were young. Naïve even. This was something he had overlooked and hadn't thought much about.
