“He the other side, right? He want us in chains, would take you and me right back down to Holloway’s. Probably wouldn’t lift a finger to save my life.” I went to him and put my arms around him. “But you did bring him in.” “That’s because I realized”—Silas swallowed and pulled away—“under the uniform his body was the same as all the other wounded. He a man, somebody’s baby. Like we all one.
