That Eye You Can't Escape
11.

Yin was waiting for him.

Water was remarkably still, without her, but recently, in his dreams, he'd started seeing its ripples again. It might mean nothing: it wasn't fresh and blue but murky grey. It rippled, nonetheless.

And it sparked something, in him. He couldn't hide out forever. He couldn't wait forever. He couldn't avert his eyes forever: from Yin, from himself, from the sacrifices that had been made from him.

Why was he even worth all that, he wondered? He wasn't a Contractor born under a star, but one created and who could theoretically create more. If there was order in the Syndicate, his very existence threatened it. And now that they hunted him, hunted Yin, he had no reason to play by their rules anymore.

Yin was waiting for him, and he'd kept her waiting long enough, hadn't he.