“If the others get to make a choice, then so do I.” His jaw flexes. “We’re riders,” Imogen says as another explosion sounds. “We defend the defenseless. That’s what we do.” “You saved every single one of us here, cousin,” Bodhi says. “And we’re thankful. Now, I’d like to do what we’ve trained for, and if it means I don’t go home, then I guess my soul will be commended to Malek. I wouldn’t mind seeing my mother anyway.”
