held, had come because he offered me relief. Because I was so grateful for the reprieve from pain—and from isolation—that my heart had softened. I had been stupid. “You can’t blame him for wanting to rescue his brother, or for wanting to get out of here,” I said, my voice quaking with fear. “You really don’t get it, do you?” Ryzek said, laughing a little. “People will always want things that will destroy us, Cyra. That doesn’t mean we just let them act on what they want.”
