"I know, but he's still a brillant doctor nonetheless."
"Is there any other doctor we can trust?" Morrigan interrupted. "Anyone who doesn't have 'betrayal' stamped on their resume?"
William shook his head. "Not one with the expertise we need. And before you ask, no—I haven't gone insane. I hate Nakamura as much as you do, but if we want to save Kazuo, we don't have the luxury of moral high ground. This is about survival, not loyalty."
"I don't know."
"Look, I wouldn't suggest this if there was even the slightest chance of success with anyone else. But time's slipping away. And Nakamura is our only choice for the job."
What a low blow. Nakamura? Really? Morrigan's fists clenched tightly as she walked away from William without another word. Trusting someone like that felt like sticking your head into a noose. But what choice did she have? If Kazuo's life depended on it, could she really afford to weigh old grudges against the possibility of saving him?
