“I don’t see why not,” I all but snapped at him. “His body was experimented upon, and there are records of it. What else would you call it?” “I don’t know. Necropsy?”

“Look, I don’t know what your problem is, but I won’t call you Hale anymore. I didn’t know it was a big deal, and for the record I don’t read through people’s files. Your application picture was included. I don’t know why but it stood out to me. When you ran into me yesterday, I knew exactly who you were.”

“-I have this friend—you don’t know him—but—
-Is his name Molloway?
-No.
-Oh. I don’t know anybody named Molloway, so that’s why I was asking.”

“I need to call it a night. But only because I don’t know what else to call it. What’s in between evening and morning?”

“I came back to find you,” Akiva said. “I don’t know why. Karou. Karou. I don’t know why.” His voice was so faint she could barely hear him. “Just to find you and be in the world that you’re in…”

“I don’t know why you put up with me, and I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t.”