“I warned you. This world is not yours, Geneva. There is no mercy here. No quarter. Your world is gentler, nobler, I think.” Geneva stared at the burning camp. She felt something wild, hysterical, bubbling up inside her. She laughed. “No. It’s the same. The exact same.” The same as the worst of her world. How could she have thought it would be otherwise? They bombed a hospital. Just like her country had. They attacked the wounded. Just like they did during the war. Every war. Snipers shooting medics. It was exactly the same.
