“My dad’s not an asshole. And Holden’s a killer. He doesn’t get to judge other people.” “Your dad’s kind of an asshole,” Timothy said, his expression philosophical, his voice matter-of-fact. “And he’s killed a lot more people than Holden ever did.” “That’s different. That’s war. He had to do it or else no one would have been able to organize everyone. We’d just have stumbled into the next conflict unprepared. My dad’s trying to save us.” Timothy held up a finger like she’d made his point for him. “Now you’re telling me why it’s okay he’s an asshole.”
