Sneak Peek Before Tomorrow (Patreon)

Look, I know that I need to go to bed now. It's past 1am.

But I'm excited and adrenaline-fueled regarding tomorrow's demo update, and if my contacts weren't glued to my eyeballs and turning my vision all blurry then I'd power through the final bug quashes right now to release earlier.

Anyway, here's a teeny glimpse at my personal favorite Chapter 15 interrogation variation, which many of you may not see since the option only happens if your relationship with Sally is over 95 or you've failed to maintain your cover with Vengeance (and are not romancing Grayson, because reasons).

Interrogation Variation #13

“Why did you join Unity, Sally?” Isaiah asks, confirming that he recognizes her despite fifteen years having passed since they last met.

Sally glances at you, her expression oddly guilty. “Mr. Izzy, where’s Nick?” she deflects.

“You promised me, Sally.”

“Yeah, well, you promised [i]me[/i] not to join a terrorist cell.”

“I did not.”

“It was implied!” Sally cries out. “For God’s sake, it was implied! You can’t preach one thing and then do the complete opposite because you think that our rules don’t apply to you! You’re not wiser than me. You’re not smart, not clever, you’re just a . . . a . . .” She falters, struggling for the right word.

“A hypocrite?” Isaiah suggests with a self-deprecating smile.

“An idiot,” Sally corrects. “You’re a goddamn idiot, Mr. Izzy. If your vision was that dire, you should’ve warned Unity.”

“Sally, are you implying that Isaiah saw something?” you ask.

Sally rolls her eyes, her annoyance more targeted towards Isaiah’s evident stupidity than your cluelessness. “Why else would the old fool join Vengeance?” she demands. “He obviously had a scary vision regarding the future and decided to play God to make sure that it never happened. Even though [i]he’s the one who taught me that it doesn’t work that way.[/i]” Her voice hitches and eyes glisten with unshed tears.

“It never works that way, Isaiah,” she whispers. “You know that it never works.”

“Then why did you enroll in Aeon?” Isaiah asks.

Sally averts her eyes, refusing to answer his question, and Isaiah nods as if he’s just won their argument.

“I had to try, Sally,” he says. “You more than anyone know that I had to try.”