This I didn’t have an answer for. What if Simon was right? What if Zee was the key to discovering some kind of antidote to the nectar? What if killing him meant curing every other kid in the world? Would I seriously sacrifice the future of humankind just to save one kid—a kid I hadn’t even known for that long, when it came down to it? Would I trade a billion lives for one? The answer was as inevitable as it was illogical: yes, of course I would. “Yes, but it’s Zee,” I said.
