Everything comes to an end, one way or another. It doesn’t mean one has to take Fate standing still.
The sun was beginning to set behind Royce Roberts by the time Gail approached the end of the pier. She stepped carefully, as if the discarded, disconnected legs would kick out at her suddenly. He didn’t see the need for the extra weight.
“What are you doing, Royce?”
He held the opened vial and an envelope over the side of the rowboat, resting the oars on his lap. “When you were a kid in pig-tails, you once said you wanted to see the world. We would have done anything possible to make that happen – Danny and me. You couldn’t wait, though.
“At what point did that child disappear and became so obsessed with wanting to know what the world sees and hears? At what point did you decide to meddle and malign interpretations of what others saw?”
“You don’t understand, Royce! We couldn’t let them get away with it anymore! Something had to be done!” She clenched her fists, undecided whether to take the last row boat out or not. “You destroy that mesh-optic and I’ll kill you.”
Her older brother shrugged, as if time alone had numbed him to most threats. “It’s either that or one of us failing to answer this SIR/SAR Name Notification. How about it, sis? Do you want to see which one of us has been called to answer to fabricated sins?”
She shook her head. “I mean it, Cary Joyce – I’ll kill you.”
“You already have. Me, Danny, our wives – we’re already dead, thanks to you.”