Sarah didn't speak right away.
She sat across from me in the Titan's cargo bay, her hands folded in her lap, and her eyes on the floor. The blue screens behind her cast her shadow, which made it look long and thin across the metal wall. Everyone else was quiet — Maya leaning against the doorframe, with her rifle across her chest. Glitch frozen at his workbench, with his soldering iron in one hand. Even Jax, sitting on a crate in the corner with Tiny standing guard behind her, had stopped chewing her gum.
They all knew. I could feel it. The way the air gets heavy when everyone in the room knows something except you.
"Talk," I said.
Sarah looked up. Her eyes were tired. Not the tired I was used to seeing — not the Admin running out of power, not the Queen calculating her next move. This was guilt. Raw, open guilt. The kind that sits on your chest and makes it hard to breathe.
