"I'm not a savior. If anything, I'm a traitor. I just turned my back on the majority for the good of people that I don't know." He shook his head. "If anything happens to them or with them, it's my fault."
Noah was glad for the respite when Evanne changed the subject. He knew even through the OxyContin that she was too close to see any problem with his actions. God help him, he was wishing that Pamela was there. "Do you like her name?" she asked of Evelyn, arranging herself next to him. Her fingers felt cool against his overheated skin, and a shiver shot up his spine. He grinned lopsidedly, his eyes locking on his daughter.
"Evelyn Grace Ripley," he whispered to himself. "I noticed those earlier. I thought she was Luke's."
Before he could respond to her promise, a tiny brunette whirlwind burst into the sad excuse for a room, words flying from her mouth.
"Dana!" he shouted in surprise. "What the hell are you doing here?"