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"You know the choice you have to make," Moreau said. "Make the right one."
Eliot knew the choice that he was supposed to make according to him. To everyone around him. To the person he had been the day before. But that wasn't the choice that Eliot wanted to make. He wanted to make a different one. One that might let him begin to claw back a sliver of the humanity that he once had.
He dropped the gun, it hitting the floor with a loud crash.
"If you know what's good for you," he said. "You'll let me leave."