Wu’s voice cuts in coldly.
“She always did under pressure.”
Something in Hannah snaps at that.
She slowly rises to her feet.
Blood coats her hands.
Avery’s blood.
And when Hannah turns toward Wu now—
she looks different.
Not frightened.
Not confused.
Furious.
“You don’t get to stand there and talk about us like experiments.”
Wu remains perfectly calm.
“You survived because of our methods.”
“No.” Hannah steps toward him. “The ones that survived was because we had each other.”
The tunnel goes dead silent.
Avery starts crying softly behind her.
Wu studies Hannah carefully.
And for the first time—
I think he realizes something important.
He lost her.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Completely.
Hannah points at the Sentinel operatives.
“At them, maybe you see weapons.” Her voice shakes with rage. “But I remember children.”
Wu’s jaw tightens almost imperceptibly.
Interesting.
A weak point.
Finally.
