When he was first brought to the Library, he was half dead. He was covered head to toe in dirt, scratches, and burns. A few more hours, noted one of the Medics, and he would have been dinner for some lucky scavengers. Luckily, a few Diggers had spotted him and carried him in. Mac remembered seeing him for the first time. She thought for sure there would be a burial for this man by sunset.

There was a bustle in the MedBay when he arrived. Medics scurried about to keep him alive. Calls for cool water, rags, and other supplies were the only words said. The laser focus of the team always astounded Mac. She asked what she could do to help. She had no medical training. A medic shoved a pan of cool water and a rag in her hand and said to wipe his face down and keep his head and neck cool.

She took station by his head and did her task. It was her first chance to really look at him. He was older, for sure, but only had whispers of gray in his hair. Something about him struck her as familiar. She couldn't place him. Perhaps from before the Collapse? Most people she knew were dead or presumed dead. She couldn't shake that feeling though.

Suddenly, the room went still. Mac looked up at the team. They had frozen and stared at the man on the table. Mac followed their gaze to the man's chest. Tattoos and scars littered it.

A crown across a tree.

Eden.

"It's him," someone whispered, "Joseph Seed."

All the eyes turned to Mac. She felt them on her as she stared at the man whose head she held in her hands. This was a man who had hurt so many. Now his life lay in their hands.

"Mac… It's your call."

It was. She was the Manager, the leader. She took an oath to help those in need. So did everyone here. She could not abandon that.

"We do what we can."