When the train whistle sounded again, Danny drew him closer, his mouth against Varian’s ear, and whispered something no one else could have heard: Have no regrets. What you could do, you did. “But Zilberman,” Varian said. “And the Flight Portfolio—” Danny shook his head. “Don’t do this, Varian.” “The Flight Portfolio has to be somewhere. If we can find it still—” “You saved more than a thousand lives,” Danny said. “There’s your Flight Portfolio. It’s already doing its work in the world. The rest is gone. Leave it.” And he did.
