Of course I don’t want him to dread me but I remember my vision and him beckoning me over, the gun in his hand. Would he ever shoot me? I can’t believe that. Even if he dreaded me, he wouldn’t do that. And as for all the stuff about losing myself—I feel like for years I didn’t really know who I was, but now that I know I’m more and more like my father, I feel clearer about that, good about that. To do what I need to do, to kill Soul and Wallend and bring an end to their reign of terror, I have to be as tough and ruthless as Marcus was. The next day we have one last slow scout around and then work our way back to Camp Three, arriving as it’s getting dark. Nesbitt immediately goes to look for Van, but Greatorex tells us that she has left because she was needed at Camp One. I ask her, “Has something happened?” “You need a haircut,” a different voice interrupts before Greatorex can reply. I turn to find Celia looking me up and down.
