So I palm the spot above his heart instead. “I’m getting you out of here. I’ll find a way, Si. I promise.” He looks at me and it’s not pity in his eyes, but something akin to defeat. “It’s pointless.” “Don’t say that,” I snarl, knowing there has to be something I can do to get him out. “I’ll figure it out. You took care of me, now it’s my turn to take care of you.”
