“But what if you forget again, Abel? What do I do then?” She looked up at him, looking worried. “What do I do?”
“You don’t know that,” she replied sternly. “We need to come up with a plan in case she gets you again, because...” She faltered, looking down at their hands again. “You’re the smart one, Abel. I’m no planner. I don’t know what to do without you.”
"The country has already reacted," he said quietly. "They've been helping the cause. Rooting out the false members."
He frowned, shaking his head slightly. "I know, but.. The only thing I can think of is taking down Eve, and frankly, that's terrifying."
She hesitated, her fingers curling in his shirt gently. “She’s not smarter than you,” she told him gently, kissing the corner of his mouth. “But we do need to figure it out... maybe I could go back to the warehouse or something...”
She looked up at him, her eyes widened instinctively at the sudden movement and her arms tensing. The moment passed quickly though, and she looked away from him. “It was just an idea.”
She squinted at him, shifting in her spot. “No, I didn’t,” she protested quickly. “Can we go back to talking about your sister?”
