A bone-deep urge to take her out of this room tightens in my gut. There’s a part of Rufus Ashby I never thought I’d be able to relate to, but here I am, thinking unreasonable things. Like the three of us running away, but taking her with us, all the while knowing with complete certainty that Father would track us to the ends of the earth to get her back. I know it because I feel the same. If she ran, I’d chase her down, and nothing could stand in my way.
