“Your people in employ of the Rheinland Government; in the Federal Police. Your side, Laura.”
He ignites his weak engines to follow after her, narrowly avoiding the wispy drifts of Nebulaic gases.
“I suppose I could hide at Heisenberg. At least for a little while. I… I turned my back on my people because I broke. I couldn’t handle the pressure, the stress, and the death. So many dead…”
“If you aren’t going to turn me in, then I… I might just need a drink or five.”
