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I pictured hied so e He looked older than the rest of us, sure, but not by muchtwenty, maybe twenty-one years old, but definitely not an old uely considered the way I’d had to leave my friends and ht about what they would mean down the road Like what my life would be like in twentythirtyfifty years

As far as I could tell, fro, it would be exactly the sa the saht by those who hunted us

The idea was depressing

No wonder Griffin was angry

But Si "To hear her tell it, when she tells it at all, she ht as well have been the first"

"How so?" I asked

"Dear Old Dad wasn’t quite done with her after she was returned He wasn’t satisfied withher a sacrifice He was a scientist, and he wanted to know just what they’d done to her, and how--if at all--she’d changed She became like his very own ho overnment so much Her dad must’a done a number on her head"

"Her dad and everyone else at the lab She beca?" I asked, feeling a stab of guilt for judging her so quickly and so harshly

Simon’s voice bled into the shadows "Until she killed hi my arms absently "What happened?"

"He never realized how much she hated him for what he’d done One day, he ca, she cut his safety suit with a scalpel she’d stolen She’d been waiting for an opportunity like thatfor her chance to get even

"She could’ve used the knife to cut through her straps and escape--she’d had the tie The thing was, he didn’t even realize what she’d done right away; it wasn’t until the syht to check his suit for da, and he didn’t take enough precautions against her His own fault, really He was a goner the second the exposed air reached his lungs Poor guy never had a chance," Simon finished