over and over and refuses to stop fighting anyway.
She didn’t interrupt while I explained.
When I finished, she sat back and said, quietly:
“Eli… this isn’t just a mistake. This is a scheme.”
My throat tightened. “Can we fix it?”
Marisol looked at me carefully.
“We can try,” she said. “But you need to be ready. Because once we start, they’ll fight like people who’ve been comfortable for too long.”
I nodded.
“I’ve been fighting since the day I was locked up,” I said. “I’m just finally fighting with
