Book Five, Chapter 45: The Farmhouse
"I'd love to sit here and sing 'Kumbaya' with all of you," I said, as I put my tickets away into the ether where they disappeared, "but it's getting dark, and we still haven't decided what we're going to do about her."
I glanced over at Lila.
We had expected there might be some friction when rescuing new teams—that was built into the plan. We had thought that part through. So, when Andrew and Michael took longer than would be convenient to trust us, that did not slow us down.
But what were we supposed to do about this living human we could not trust?
From their body language, I could tell that Andrew and Michael had been protecting her for a long time. Yet, as I posed that question, I could see that even Andrew didn’t know what to do.
Dark thoughts entered our minds.
Lila had said that she was tricked, that she was just trying to save lives, that she had been told some small portion of Project Rewind—even if she didn’t know that name—and she was trying to prevent the drastic measures that cost the lives of dozens upon dozens of Players.
If we had been told ahead of time that all of Camp Dyer would be sacrificed to reset the game, would we have proceeded?
I didn’t know, and it didn’t really matter because she could just be lying. For all I knew, she was telling just enough of the truth to justify the horrific thing she had done to her friends.