Found.
Like property.
“You had been alone for six days.”
Hannah visibly flinches.
The reaction is instant.
Instinctive.
Like her body remembers before her mind does.
Wu notices too.
“Malnourished. Hypothermic. Severe dehydration.” His gaze never leaves her. “You tried to stab one of our physicians with broken glass.”
A sharp pulse of pain flashes across Hannah’s face.
Memory.
Jesus Christ.
“You kept asking for your mother,” Wu continues quietly.
Hannah sways slightly beside me.
I grip her arm harder.
“Stop talking.”
Wu ignores me completely.
“She was remarkable even then,” he says calmly to Russ now. “Most children in that condition shut down emotionally. Hannah adapted.”
Adapted.
I’m going to put a bullet through this man’s skull.
“You brainwashed her,” I growl.
“No.”
Wu’s eyes finally shift to me.
“We saved her.”
Wrong answer.
I move again.
Russ shoves me back this time.
Harder.
“Not now.”
The tunnel behind Wu fills slowly with more Sentinel operatives.
