Enough. Greyson ripped his earpiece off. He was about to throw it in anger, but then he heard, faint and tinny, the Thunderhead’s voice still speaking through it. “You are a terrible person,” the Thunderhead said. “You are a wonderful person.” “Well, which is it?” Greyson demanded. And the response, as faint as faint could be, came back to him—not as an answer, but as another question. “Why can’t you see that the answer is both?”
