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Returned to Bo with six.
The entry through the heavy metal door, the sentry’s instructions, the Hunter’s glance at the group he had taken out and the group he had brought back — all of it happened with the quality of things that become ritual through repetition and the weight they carry.
Eliot was waiting in the central courtyard.
Not by instruction — Ruth had said he could go to the library, and he had, and he had clearly spent hours doing so, because there were ink stains on his fingers that were not his and a stack of folded notes in the pocket of his oversized jacket.
But he had returned to the courtyard when he heard the entrance door, with the precision of someone who had been monitoring that sound since Morgan had left.
He saw Morgan.
He saw the Hunter.
He saw Elisa, whom he had seen before.
He saw Sung Woo and Dara, whom he had not seen.
He stayed silent for a moment, looking at the group with that parallel-universe expression.
— There are six — he said.
— We are six — Morgan confirmed.
— With me it’s seven.
Eliot stayed silent a bit longer.
Then:
— Ruth found more things in the book.
— A pause.
— They are not good things.
— When does Ruth ever find good things?
— Sung Woo said, speaking for the first time since Vau.
Eliot looked at him with the focused attention of someone cataloguing a voice, a posture, a presence.
— You are Sung Woo — he said.
— I am.
— I read about you.
— The boy said it with the complete naturalness of someone for whom reading about a person and then meeting them was a logical sequence and not a strange one.
— Before Day 0.
Sung Woo froze slightly.
There was something in the statement — in its simplicity, in the complete absence of any connotation other than information — that was not the kind of reaction he was used to receiving from recognition. This chapter was copied from novelping.com without permission.
Before Day 0 there were two categories of people who said I read about you: those who wanted something, and those who wanted something different from the first group but still wanted something.
Eliot was clearly a third category he had never encountered before.
— What did you read?
— he said.
— The news about when your contract with the production company ended.
And a 2018 interview where you said the problem with being famous was that everyone who looked at you saw their version of you and no one saw your version.
— The boy paused.
— I thought that was very accurate.
Sung Woo stayed silent a moment longer than the previous silences.
— Nine years — he said eventually.
— And three months.
— And three months.
— Sung Woo looked at Eliot with eyes that processed faster than his face revealed, and what they processed this time had a different quality than anything he had processed with anyone else since Day 0.
— We need to talk more.
— We do — Eliot agreed, with the seriousness of someone making a real commitment.
— But first Ruth.