‘What’s happened
to you, Easton? Where’s your fight?’
‘You want me to argue with you.’ I
can’t believe what I’m hearing. I hate arguing with someone like Teague. He’s a
person who will stray from the crux of the argument just to win on a tiny
point.
He steps closer. I don’t like Teague
like this, he’s too normal. I’m torn between going home without him and cutting
him from my life, but then what will he do when I leave him? He’s like a
nightmare pet I can’t bear inflicting on anyone else when all I want is a
holiday.
‘Of course I want you too,’ he says.
‘I was once like you. Being a man of science means arguing against the status
quo. We find the questions and answer them, even when people don’t want to hear
it.’
‘So you’re a scientist now?’ I
retort. ‘What happened to the writer and musical prodigy?’
‘I care,’ he says. ‘Like Thacker
never cared about me.’
‘But you want to stay here,’ I say.
‘In the land of no science. And the people who are at peace and have no questions
for you to answer.’
‘They could learn in time,’ he
replies. His voice has gone quiet. ‘I’m sorry.’ He looks up. ‘I have to get
back to the children.’
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