“You destroyed history because you were afraid.”
“I destroyed a weapon because you stopped caring who it would be used against.”
His voice sharpened.
“I cared about the future.”
“You cared about being worshiped by it.”
The room tightened.
Voss lifted one hand, and the men behind him raised their weapons.
Admiral Carter stepped forward.
“Elias, take me. Let the boy go.”
Voss did not even look at him.
“Carter, you were always noble at inconvenient times.”
He turned to me.
“Lucas, the aircraft will respond to you. You can feel it already, can’t you?”
I wanted to say no.
But deep beneath the facility, I could feel something.
A pulse.
Not sound exactly. Not thought. More like pressure behind my eyes, a rhythm calling to a part of me I had never known existed.
Mom saw my face.
“Don’t listen.”
Voss smiled.
“He hears it.”
Then everything happened at once.
