“I linked you,” said Samm, then paused, too exhausted to explain himself clearly. “Though I guess there are even more link distractions than visual ones.”

“You don’t have to do this.”

Samm looked around. “I’m just sitting in a room. That’s all I’d be doing if I went home.”

“Home is a few thousand miles away.”

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t,” said Heron. “You think of this place as home? We shouldn’t even be here.”

“You didn’t have to stay.”

“Neither did you.”

“I promised I would,” said Samm. “That means I have to, as surely as if I was chained here.”

“If promises are chains,” said Heron, “you should learn not to make any.”

“You don’t understand,” said Samm. He watched Partial Number Three as he lay in the hospital bed, his eyes blinking rapidly—he was dreaming, and from the intensity of his link data Samm knew it was something terrible. The Partial was running, as fast as he could, blasting the room with his fear.

GET OUT

And underneath it, softer but ever-present, Heron’s unspoken question: WHY?

Samm looked at her, tired of games, and asked her directly, “Why what?”

She narrowed her eyes.

Samm leaned forward. “You really don’t understand why I’m here, do you? That’s what you keep asking about.” He peered into her face, lost in the link and trying to read her eyes, her mouth, her expressions. The way humans did. But it was just a face.

Maybe Heron didn’t have any emotions, on her face or the link. Just questions in an empty shell.

“You stayed too,” he said. “You sold us out to Morgan, but you stayed. Why are you still here?”

“You only have a few months left to live,” said Heron. “Dr. Morgan is looking for a cure, but you can’t get it out here.”

“So you stayed to help me get back?”

“Do you want to go back?”

Yes, thought Samm, but he didn’t say it out loud. It wasn’t that easy anymore. He hesitated, knowing his confusion would be clear to her on the link, but there was no helping that.

GET OUT, linked the soldier, writhing in his restraints, trapped in his own nightmare.

Samm took a slow breath. “I promised to stay.”

“But you don’t want to.”

“It’s my own choice.”