Jefferson's POV
"So this is our ending? This is how we die?"
Those were her first words since I revealed our inevitable fate. Her first spoken words in the past hour—yes, I had been tracking every passing moment. My mind seemed incapable of anything except marking the relentless march toward our destruction.
Perhaps a touch of drama was warranted under these circumstances.
"Are you planning to act? To do something?" she pressed, her voice cutting through the oppressive quiet like steel through flesh. I shifted to face her, my movements still heavy and uncoordinated, though the effects of Gordon's drug were gradually fading.
"What would you have me do?" I asked wearily, meeting her fierce gaze. Her stare could have sliced through stone.
"Something. Anything. You've vanished countless times before and somehow always survived. You're meant to be unbreakable."
