‘I know because I’ve made it my
life’s work to know,’ he says. ‘I know that there is something afterwards.’
‘And how can you prove that,
exactly?’ I demand. ‘The mysterious Teague clicks his fingers and I fly away
into nothing. Do you understand what you’re asking? I died three days ago and
now you’re asking me to die all over again when I find out that life goes on.’
‘But I’m dying!’ Teague says.
‘Our connection is…unnatural.’ He takes a second to choose his words. ‘The dead
and the living are not supposed to come together like this. When you touched
the handprint on the wall, you brought death to me, you put me in a state that I
can’t reverse.’
‘And that’s my fault? My first
impression of you nearly blew a hole in the earth, you’ll forgive me for not
trusting your scientific judgement.’
‘I don’t want to die,’ he says.
‘I have knowledge to offer the world…’
‘And so might I have before I
died, before everything was taken from me,’ I interrupt. ‘How do you know what
I was going to go on to do? You can’t just weigh people’s importance like that.’
Teague crosses his arms.
Defeated but opening the floor to me.
‘Well then,’ he says. He sounds
agitated, like a petulant child has ruined his day. ‘What do you suggest we
do?’
‘We find another way,’ I say. ‘I
don’t want this connection any more than you. If you ask me you should be
locked away. You’ve put people in danger and if it wasn’t for a rich boy in a
basement you’d have hurt them.’
I grab his hand. ‘I just hope we
can find them again.’
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