"You didn't know."
"I knew something was wrong. For a long time I knew, and I never asked." He pressed his palms against his eyes. "I told myself it wasn't mine to ask."
Eve put her hand over his wrist and gently drew it away from his face. His eyes were red-rimmed and dry.
"That's not the same as knowing," she said.
"It isn't enough."
"I didn't say it was enough. I said it wasn't the same." She held his gaze. "What else?"
He hesitated, and she saw him decide.
"There is an antidote," he said.
Eve's breath caught.
"Prometheus has a counter-compound. It was made alongside the first, in case it ever had to be reversed. It would bring her off the dependence in days instead of weeks." Dimitri's voice was very even. "He's had it since the beginning."
"Then he can give it to her."
"He can."
"Will he?"
