Evan Evaide did not know what to say to Roweth Sinclair. He had promised Anyantha he would tell Roweth what he had done. He was nervous as he walked up to the man in the bed.
“Mr. Sinclair…” he was cut off before he could get started.
“You don’t have to apologize to me Evan,” said Roweth, “you did the right thing.”
“But I could have helped you. I left you there.”
“Do you love her? Anyantha do you love her?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then you did the right thing. You know that old hypothetical philosophical question. If there is a burning building do you go in and save one sibling or five strangers? I know what my answer is. You save yourself and the people you love first. If you can go back and save the strangers then to it but if you can’t then let them burn.”
Evan wanted to say something in response but Roweth was not paying attention to him anymore. He was looking over at Suchin as she lay serenely. Evan left the room.
“I did this to myself,” said Roweth.
Evan went back to Anyantha. She had two bruised ribs and had some internal bleeding but Dr. Faction had fixed everything. He said the human body was a lot more durable than most people gave it credit for. Anyantha asked Evan to help her out of the bed so she could get dressed. There was something she needed to do.
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