Magne matches that glare, bending just enough to meet her eye to eye. "You really think I give a damn how many times you've dealt with this? You said you cared about that boy. Obviously other people care about that boy. I don't.

"It's the same with your world. I don't care about it. I don't care if you go set off a planet-killing dirty bomb. That's your prerogative. Just like his was to pull a killswitch on his creation that was threatening what he cared about. I could tell you about the boy that made me feel like I had a place to belong, how badly he wanted to raze the world and remake it into something more equitable, but frankly, I don't think you care about that anyway and that's your right too. But you do not share this island with me and think that you can just sit back and be a sour bitch without getting your aftermarket ass punted about it."