I want you to punch me in the face as hard as you can.” Danya’s eyes widened. “What?” “I need you to knock me out.” She recoiled, sinking deeper into the mud. “You’re insane,” she said. “Probably. But it’ll help save Fisher. Now, do you want to abandon him to his fate for a second time, or do you want to help him, Danya? Because there are at least three other people I can ask—”
