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One tear clouded Megyn’s eye as she watched the youth bit his lip. His hands stopped and he simply looked at her, with a desperate look in his eyes.

His friend. The Sparrow suspect is a friend of my fellow Mockingbird agent. 

Lifting her hands, she signed back to him, To be honest, it doesn’t look like he will. No one will take care of him, I’m sure of that. And it’s far from hygienic in there.

Her hands paused briefly, then finished, I’m afraid that, unless a miracle happens, infection is inevitable.

Megyn swallowed and lowered her gaze to the dark ground. How painful, to have your friend be hated and hunted by your own agency. And now held prisoner, wounded and alone.

Alone. She lifted her eyes to the night-shrouded hills, so far away. Her gaze focused on the shadowy crests, just barely visible in the dark night.

I know how painful that is.

She sighed, pressed her lips together tightly and turned her eyes to meet his gaze. Lifting her hands, she signed, I’m sorry.