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“Touch me,” Stella said.
“I felt you,” he said. “You were afraid. Not of Murmur. Of me. And you touched me anyway.” He turned and walked toward the elevator. “That’s not a disease. That’s courage. Don’t lose it.”
Dredd looked at the silent city again. Somewhere far below, a child began to cry—the first sound in Peach Trees in six hours. Life, returning.
But Dredd hadn’t come alone.
“What’s that?”
Stella watched him go, the blood on her boot already drying to rust. For the first time all night, she smiled.
“I can’t read objects from a distance. Touch my hand. Let me feel what you felt when you pulled the trigger.”
“Touch me,” Stella said.
“I felt you,” he said. “You were afraid. Not of Murmur. Of me. And you touched me anyway.” He turned and walked toward the elevator. “That’s not a disease. That’s courage. Don’t lose it.”
Dredd looked at the silent city again. Somewhere far below, a child began to cry—the first sound in Peach Trees in six hours. Life, returning.
But Dredd hadn’t come alone.
“What’s that?”
Stella watched him go, the blood on her boot already drying to rust. For the first time all night, she smiled.
“I can’t read objects from a distance. Touch my hand. Let me feel what you felt when you pulled the trigger.”
