His voice drones on and I fade out.
56
ELDER
I LEFT HER WITH DOC FOR THE NIGHT.
Believe me, I didn’t want to. But Doc wanted to give her some meds intravenously, and they knocked her out. She was just sleeping; it wouldn’t do me any good to watch her sleep. I walk around for most of the night, drifting off once in the garden by the pond, but I’m just avoiding the inevitable.
I need to see Eldest.
I take the grav tube up before dawn. The Keeper Level is empty now, but it still smells crowded. Sweat and dirt linger in the air.
Eldest is on the floor, leaning against the wall by his door, staring at the false stars.
“Feeling proud?” I snarl, remembering the last time I found him here, like this.
Eldest doesn’t look at me. “No,” he says simply.
“How can you stand to do it?” I shout. “Lie to them like that?”
“Shaddup,” Eldest snarls, standing up to face me. And then I smell it. That harsh, stringent smell. I don’t see the bottle, but I know it’s got to be somewhere—and it’s probably empty now. But why? Why get drunk now? He’s told his terrible truth, and the people still love him. This is his moment of triumph. What does he have to mourn with liquor?
“Ya don’ know what iz like. But ya will. Ya will. ” He leans in close, and his breath burns my nose hairs.
I don’t have time for this drunken stupidity. “What happened to Amy?” I say, leaning in even closer to him. I don’t intimidate him, I can tell, but I don’t back down, either.
Eldest snorts, a great honking wet noise that he’d never allow himself to make when he was sober. “Amy, Amy, Amy,” he mocks. “Throw one pale-skinned freak your direction and your chutz shoots up to tha stars! You’ve forgotten ’bout the ship, ’bout your ’sponsibility!” He stresses every syllable of the last word, jabbing a finger into my chest each time.
“What’s wrong with her?” I roar.
“What’s wrong with you?” Eldest says, still mocking. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with this whole frexing ship?”
“Just tell me. Did you do it?”
“Do what?” he asks warily.
“Did you give her something to make her sick?” He’s not above it. I know that much. He gave the Feeders extra hormones before the Season to make them lusty. He gives babies goo to make them who they are. What did he give Amy? And how?
Eldest throws back his head and laughs at me.
So I punch him.
He stops laughing, a red mark already blossoming on his cheek.
“You’d do it too,” he hisses, the stink of his breath making me gag. “You’re more like me than you think. ”
I leave. There are no answers to be had from this drunk fool.
Across the Universe
When I get back, Amy’s awake.
Sort of.
She lies on her bed with her back perfectly straight, her arms to her side, her toes pointing up, her eyes staring at the ceiling.
I wonder how long it will be until the mental meds kick in.