“I declare your interest in her forfeit, doctor. Meanwhile, let her grab what life she can.” “But she was my project—I must answer for her—” “No. She’s a free woman now. She must answer for herself.” “How free can she ever be, in that body, driven by that metabolism, that face—a freak’s life—better to die painlessly, than to have all that suffering inflicted on her . . .” Miles spoke through his teeth. With emphasis. “No. It’s. Not.”
