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stretched out on a cot, a sheet pulled up to her chin—she could be sleeping. Her blond hair is fanned out on the pillow beneath her. Her skin is pale, so pale, the color drained from her lips. I walk forward feeling like I’m in a dream.
    Mark James is here, too, sitting next to Sarah’s bed. He stands up when I walk forward, and I’m vaguely aware of a murderous look on his face. For a second, I think he might get in my way. Looking at me he must think better of it, because he steps aside in a hurry. The anger in his eyes is replaced by curiosity, like I’m some strange animal.
    Or like I’m an alien, capable of things he can’t possibly understand.
    He doesn’t say anything when I kneel down next to Sarah. I pull the sheet back from her body, and it sticks to her side where the blood from her wounds has dried. She’s all torn up.
    I feel like I should cry. Or scream. But all I feel is empty.
    And then my hands reach forward, unthinking, acting on some combination of instinct and desperation. I press down on her wounds, her skin cold beneath my fingertips, and let my healing energy flow into her.
    When Sarah and Ella were riddled with blaster fire at Dulce Base, I managed to heal them. They were close to death, and I pulled them back. Maybe . . . maybe there is still hope now.
    My hands heat up. They glow. Sarah’s pale skin is suddenly tinged pink, and my heart skips a beat.
    It’s a trick of the light. My Legacy isn’t working. There’s no spark in Sarah left to rekindle.
    I let the power seep away. Now that I’ve seen Sarah’s wounds firsthand, the horrific visions that haunted me during the hours I’d waited are gone. It’s become reality. With shaking hands, I cover Sarah’s body with the sheet.
    The morbid details aren’t what I find myself focusingon. They aren’t what will stick with me. It’s her face—tinted blue in the muted light. She doesn’t look like she’s in any pain; there are no lines creasing the skin and her eyes are closed. Sarah’s lips are forever pursed into an almost-curious smile. I lean down and gently kiss that smile, not surprised by how cold her lips are. Then I put my head down, rest it on her chest. It probably looks like I’m listening for a heartbeat, but I’m just saying good-bye.
    I don’t cry. She wouldn’t want me to do that. But the insomnia I was feeling before, it’s gone now. I feel like I could finally rest, right here, with Sarah.
    â€œIs that it?”
    Mark. I’d completely forgotten he was in the room with me.
    I lift my head and turn around slowly, without standing up. Mark’s head is cocked; he stares at me, his fists clenching and unclenching.
    â€œWhat?” I ask, surprised by how tired I sound.
    â€œI said, is that it?” he repeats, the words harsher now. “Is that all you’re going to do?”
    â€œThere’s nothing else I can do, Mark,” I reply with a sigh. “She’s gone.”
    â€œYou can’t bring back the dead?”
    â€œNo. I’m not a god.”
    Mark shakes his head like he expected that answer and is disappointed all the same. “Shit,” he says tohimself, then looks me right in the eye. “What the hell are you good for?”
    I’m not going to do this with him. Not here. Not ever. I stand up slowly, take one last look at Sarah and walk wordlessly towards the ship’s exit ramp.
    Mark gets in my way.
    â€œI asked you a question,” he says.
    For a moment, his tone brings me back to Paradise High. I know this isn’t the same jock who tormented me and Sam—now he’s got a wild and haunted look in his eyes, unkempt hair and filthy clothes that would’ve embarrassed the hell out of the old Mark James. But he’s still a master of that alpha-male voice. It makes him seem bigger than he is in reality.
    â€œMark,” I say warningly.
    â€œYou