Chapter 35: The bond of nature draw me to my own, my own in thee, for what thou art is mine; our state cannot be sever’d, we are one, one flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself. – IX, 956-959
They run into each other just outside the sheriff’s station.
Rhys is on his way to ask Williamson if he’d be willing to start sending out food shipments a day early because most of these people don’t seem to understand the concept of rationing, and three teenagers fought over the last jar of Nutella this morning.
Sawyer is on his way out, looking grim and determined, but also clearly back on his feet. Deep in thought, he almost walks right into Rhys. He reaches out to grip Sawyer by the shoulders to keep them both upright.
“Sorry,” Sawyer says, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I was just in my head.”
“Existential crisis or missed assignment?” Rhys smiles.
Sawyer shakes his head, seemingly still in his head. “Not even close. Nihira got bitten. Like Kisho.”
“Oh my god. She’s not, um…?”
“No.” Sawyer looks Rhys dead-on. “No. She is not dead. Things just aren’t looking good for her, and they need me to come to Paris to save her.”