Chapter 13: Envy

Fin pulled back first.

His hand stayed on my neck a second longer than it needed to.

"Fifth trial," he said. "Now."

"You can't do it like this."

"I can."

"Your arm is stone to the shoulder."

"I know what my arm is." He walked past me. "Come on."

We went back into the Hall.

The crowd was still standing where they'd been, in a loose ring, keeping away from the gate.

Draven saw us come in.

He looked at Fin's arm first. Then he looked at me, and then at my face, and something moved behind his eyes.

Fin stopped in the middle of the floor.

"Envy," he said. "One at a time. Stand still and it shows you what you didn't get."

"What does that mean," the QA man said.

"It means you'll see your life as if you'd won."

"Won what."

"Whatever you wanted."

The lights went down to a low red.

The floor under each of us lit up in a circle, one by one, forty-one circles.

I stood in mine and waited.

The woman from design went first.

She stood there and then she laughed and then she stopped laughing and put her hands over her mouth.

A man from sales started crying and didn't stop.

The VP stood in his circle and looked at something for a long time and then closed his eyes.

I stood in mine and it came.

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