The smart thing would be to walk away. It’s not like the door’s locked. It’s not like he’s trapped. But Gabe just tips his head back and bares his throat like yet another taunt. Even if they fight, what would it change? They’d just turn around and do it all over again the next time. Like clockwork. Or fate.

Hah.

Gabe toggles his nanotech again. He can head Henry’s bare feet as the man moves across the floor. Coming closer, one hand outstretched.

It would be simpler just to walk away.

Gabe goes perfectly still. He doesn’t move. He thinks it’ll hurt. Go sharp. Most things do around here.