She frowned at him. “I’m sorry. It’s not great, but they know where my apartment is and they know where the bunker is. You sleep here. It’s fine.”
She leaned back against the wall, looking up at the night sky. “What do you think you’ll do after all this?” she asked quietly.
“You’re free to go, you know,” she said quietly. “My Abel has a connection to the Rebellion, but you don’t. You could leave.”
“You don’t have to be, though. If you don’t want to be. You’re Abel, but... you know. You’re not my Abel. You’re a different Abel, now. You don’t have the experiences he had. My Abel is...” She hesitated, clasping her hands tightly. “It’s pretty likely that my Abel is gone, you know? So you shouldn’t be bound by a life you don’t remember.”
She laughed a little, turning away so he couldn’t see her face. “You tried to kill me, Abel. That’s not your fault and I don’t blame you for that, but the fact remains that you don’t have any idea who I am, and three days have passed and we’re still not any closer. You are... you’re the same blueprints as my Abel, still the same structure, but your life is not made up of the experiences that my Abel has, so it’s selfish of me to ask you to live the life that he made. That’s not right.”
“Well, I don’t want you to go,” she replied honestly. “But I’m just saying that if you want to go, you should be able to.”
She looked over at him before stretching out under the stars. “Not right now, you don’t, but like I say... this isn’t your life.”
