"You assume I realized it," Elias said, his voice raspy. "You assume it was a thought. It was not a thought, Dr. Aris. It was an exhaustion."
"The man I had been speaking to—the 'enemy'—was flying over my city," Elias continued. "He wasn't bombing it. He was carrying supplies, just like me. We were mirror images. He was terrified for his life, just as I was. He missed his family, just as I did. In the dark, without the lines on the map, we were indistinguishable." cosmopolite 1