“In the world I visited, she was known by the public as Prophet. Here, she is seen as a criminal for kidnapping and raising the military’s clone of Lieutenant 19. She was captured during the flood, so their son could escape.”
Angel looked up and over at her from across the table. “Their son?”
“They knew each other before the war,” Devon responded, shutting her eyes.
“You don’t actually think-?”
“No. I have seen and experienced first hand. Things like this don’t work out in war. Not with him at least,” she said, closing the computer, “I’ve accepted that. I’m doing this for a friend, a friend that deserves to see her son here too.” She turned away and walked towards the windows.
“Fine. I’m intrigued. But Lt. 18, whatever you are going to be carrying in your heart during this prison break, remember you have an old friend too.” Angel reached out and hugged her by the shoulder. Stepping back again, she warned, “But it should stay here with us. I doubt any other officers would approve, and we both know Rocket well enough to know he is completely ignorant of these two.”
“Definitely. Thanks, Angel. Since coming back, it has been easy to feel like an outsider in my own home. That was reassuring and... comforting to hear said.”