Chapter 126 Chapter

"Stop it," I said, horrified as his voice carried through the room. "Do you want them to hear you talking like this? How are they meant to recover from this if you do not give them some hope?" "Hope?" He spat out the word like it left a nasty taste in his mouth to say it. "Hope is nothing but a dream. We reached for it once but it was all a hollow lie. How can I give that to them again? Better to hold tight to the truth and accept our fate than make them believe we can be something more than what we really are. I tried that already and look what I did to them. Look at their faces. I convinced them all that we could win. I made them think that we could beat our tormentors; I raised their hopes and have stood back and watched them fall from such a great height. I did that. Me. I have broken them, Megan. I have broken them." He stood before me, the once strong and vibrant Bartholomew Garrick, the leader of the underground movement, warrior of Whitechapel, beacon of hope and marker for eve