“Then let’s trade places, huh? I’d gladly take on 40 years if it meant I could survive,” Jioni retorted. She stood up and crossed her arms.
“I might’ve spoken out of line. I’m sorry,” Derrin said. “I just wanted to say that there’s never only one solution to a problem.”
Jioni remained tense.
Derrin paused. “You look tired.”
“I am.”
“Then you should go home. Please get some rest. And forget what I said earlier. I’m tired too.”
Jioni’s face scrunched up in frustration. Derrin was out of his mind, but the way he spoke sounded sincere. If being an Agent was just as bad as not being one, was there even a middle ground? Was there truly another solution?
Jioni stood silent then her eyes lit up.
Her mind jumped to something Emmitt had told her today: “But if City Two ever seceded from Geogen, I’m sure the real doctors in Outergen would know how to fix your arm.”
An idea had formed; begging for someone to take action.
