“Everyone told you to stay away, but you didn’t. You went … against … the Order. And you still came for me. How … is that … not free will?” “That’s cute,” I told her. “You thinking I have any sort of power.” Her eyes darted between me and the trees in our path. “What … are … you saying?” “I’m saying, when it comes to you, I have no will. You have complete control over me. What’s cute is that you are oblivious to it.”
