“Honor?” A familiar voice is calling to her. She tries to break through, struggles to open her eyes.
“She’s waking up.” Another voice chimes in. This one is not familiar.
“Honor?” The familiar voice again. “Please open your eyes, Honor.”
“Mmhmmfp.” Honor hears a garbled attempt at speech and realizes it’s coming from her. She’s aware of other people near her. Her body feels heavy, limbs unwilling to move.
“Honor,” the familiar voice whimpers, crying.
“I think you are going to have to do it if you want her to live, Travis.” The other voice, tender and kind.
“I can’t. Not without her knowing.” Travis. His words catch in his throat. “She needs to choose. I can’t take that away from her.”
“Travis?” Honor rasps, barely audible. She blinks, her eyesight is blurred, darkened.
“Honor!” Tra
