She left the question unfinished, and the fragment of it on its own was a hard thing to hear.
Carol stared as Amy shuffled forward. The cuffs weren’t necessary, really. A formality. Amy wasn’t about to run.
Are you…?
Sorry?
“It’s your last chance,” Dragon prodded.
“…going to go and say goodbye?”
Carol nodded. She pushed the door open and stepped into the parking lot.
Amy turned to face her as she approached.
For a long minute, neither of them spoke.
I don’t think the pain is over yet, guys.
“Prisoner 612, please board for transport to the Baumann Parahuman Containment Center,” the announcement came from within the truck.
Yep. There she goes.
Fuck.
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