By JKolasch
“What the hell were you thinking, Fin?”
Fin felt his head being picked up, warm hands cradling his face, and then the back of his head was resting against Grace’s soft thighs. “I had to save them. I had to…”
“You could have turned into one of them!” Grace’s voice was angry, but she was gently stroking his hair.
“Are they okay?”
He felt Grace sigh, his head gently rocking. Bursts of gunfire reached his ears, and he could hear the whirling rotors of helicopters.
“Damn it, Fin. Why do you care so much?”
“I took an oath…”
Grace’s hands trembled. “Enough of your damn oath! It’s not worth your life!”
Fin looked up, starting into Grace’s violet eyes. Her hair had fallen around her face. The way the sun glimmered through her blonde hair, she almost looked like she was in a golden cage. Fin shifted, slowly sitting up, letting Grace’s hands fall away. “If it’s not worth my life, then what’s the point? Who else can fight for these people, if not the Conduits? We were chosen to wield this power; it would be selfish to keep it to ourselves.”
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