The Last Descent
The sky outside was still dark, and the ocean in the distance was a solid panel of black, stretching out with no end in sight.
"If they won’t listen, that's on them."
Brody came over and stood beside me. He was quiet for a long time.
"Maren, do you hate Griffin Lattimer?"
"Yes."
"How much?"
I looked out at the dark expanse of ocean. My son was somewhere in there, 3,600 feet down in that abyss, asleep in a coffin of frozen metal for the past ten years.
"Enough to refuse to save his daughter, but not enough to want other people to die for nothing."