“It’s time,” she says.
I sigh. This “life’s” growing weary. Sometimes I wonder if there’ll ever be an end to it all.
None of it’s mine, and yet I bear it all, thanks to my…gift.
I glance around, then look at her again. So many, this time.
“All of them?” I ask, though I know the answer.
She nods curtly. “They’ve served their purpose, Major.”
Her tone is mocking and a reminder that this is my duty. Still, I try to persuade her.
“Have Peter help,” she says with finality.