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Jon might have said something to them.

Hell, I might have. I wished I could remember. I had no idea what I’d said to them when I first got there, or over the few hours after that.

I remembered Angie at the door, yelling at someone not long after I arrived––someone who, in my slightly less foggy state, now sounded a lot like Jon in my memory.

But of course Jon would have come here first.

Revik would have asked him to come. Balidor might have asked him to try and talk to me, too. They would have sent Jon first, because Jon knew Angie and the others.

Angie hadn’t let Jon in either, though.

Thinking about that, I felt a sudden flood of warmth for my old friends, for their attempts to shield me from the harm they saw. They’d done their best to keep me safe, if only by giving me veto power over anyone wanting to enter the sanctuary they provided.

I thought about all of that, even as Angie shut the door behind me.

As soon as that door shut, the anger on Revik seemed to dissipate.

He stopped walking.

Stopping in the middle of the corridor, he looked me over with his eyes and light. We both just stood there as he did, maybe twenty yards from the door to the room that housed what remained of my old life, and the people I’d known before I met him.

As he looked me over, his expression reverted back to that hesitant caution.

I saw him notice my clothes, and probably how I smelled from the look on his face.

When he spoke, he said the last thing I expected him to say.

“Are you stoned?” he asked.

I tried to remember when I smoked that joint with Sasquatch, and frowned.

The others had been smoking, too. I knew the smell might be on me from later joints they smoked: Sasquatch, Jaden, Frankie, Angeline. It could have lingered in my hair and clothes, long after it left my system. I couldn’t think through everything else in my light well enough to decide what would be the most truthful answer to his question.

I knew I stopped accepting joints when I got dizzy.

I waved all their offers off after that, but I couldn’t remember how long ago that actually was. Subjectively, it felt like days.

When I didn’t answer right away, Revik exhaled.

I felt a pulse of anger leave his light, although again, it didn’t feel aimed at me.

I don’t know if he read my light for the answer to his question, or if he just made up his own answer, based on my silence and the expression on my face. In the end, I felt him decide to let it go, although it seemed to take him more than one try. Clicking under his breath, he shook his head, as if pushing it once and for all from his light.

He took my hand, his fingers firm.

“Come on.” His voice turned gruff.

He tugged on my arm gently, his light asking me to go with him down the green and gray corridor, back towards the middle of the ship.

I didn’t try to fight him.

The thought of fighting him never crossed my mind, really. I didn’t feel angry, or anything much at all, not towards him.

I didn’t ask him where we were going.

Chapter37

Smashed

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