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k_a_webb“I’m not sure I want you to.” George smiled at Willow. “As much as I appreciate the offer I wouldn’t want to live if my family died and I can’t ask you to help them too. You need the energy to be able to keep fighting the elders, which, at this time, is much more important, because my race is going to need you. Their ability to survive is going to be limited, due to their lack of knowledge, but you’ve lived a very different life and will be able to help them when I can’t.” He gently squeezed her hand with the one she wasn’t holding. “I know losing me, if something does go wrong, will be difficult, but you’re strong, Willow, and eventually you would have lost me anyway. That is the problem with me living a much shorter lifespan that you.”
A tear trickled down Willow’s cheek. “That would be years away, George, and this injection is going to be in six weeks.” She shook her head. “Six weeks… I had less than that to prepare for the move from Kalinia, so it’s not as though it isn’t enough time, but it’s going to be difficult to convince the elders that we should help the race they wanted to exterminate from the moment we found ourselves here. I know how they’re going to react and it isn’t going to be good.”
“Living on Earth was never going to be easy for you, but you’ve done a good job so far and I don’t think I’m making a mistake by relying on you now. Any other Prime Minister would have accepted the lies they were told by the World Government, because it’s so much easier that preparing for the worst, but I’m not like them. My choice is to prepare for the worst, even though I’m going to keep hoping that I’m wrong and your seers are wrong.”
“Working with someone who isn’t going to bury their head in the sand at the first sign of bad news is going to be interesting.” Willow wiped away two more tears, wishing she would be stronger, but the thought of losing the man who had helped them so much at the beginning hurt more than she thought it was possible for it to. “I don’t think our seers are wrong, sadly, but I’m going to hope for the same, because I can’t imagine a world without you in it.”
George looked down at the notebook that was in front of him. “I’m planning on setting up the beginnings of at least eight small communities, each of them close to the wards, because the humans who survive the injections are going to need your help more than I think you realise. The majority of the human race has no idea how to look after themselves, as they rely on being able to go into the nearest supermarket whenever they want something to eat, so they don’t know how to grow vegetables or raise chickens for eggs.”
Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.