"I feel like you might be angry... but maybe I'm wrong."
There was a slight tension in Blake's voice and, together with the way his heartbeat sped up, Myles felt his thoughts clear almost immediately.
"It isn't something you should worry about."
He knew those words wouldn't be particularly reassuring.
Surprisingly, though, Blake seemed somewhat satisfied with the answer.
As Blake closed his eyes, Myles kept watching him.
Slowly, the frantic rhythm beneath his ribs began to settle.
His heartbeat grew steadier.
His breathing deepened.
'They made their choice.'
To say he wasn't surprised would have been an understatement.
Still, they had taken things too far.
There were many people like him scattered around the world, all chasing different objectives.
The most common ambition was simple: wipe everything out.
Just like a certain someone.
Others preferred a slower approach. Rather than destruction, they sought superiority over humanity itself.
