“With all the people he’s killed, Apex deserves to be incarcerated at the Crucible,” Warden Salvatore stated with a furrowed brow. “Honestly though, I wouldn’t wish that prison on even my worst enemy.”
While Warden Salvatore walked back to his seat on the other side of the plane’s tube-like interior, Thunder, who’d noticed Sam’s pouty face, elbowed him playfully in the shoulder. “Penny for your thoughts?”
“I…” Sam sighed. “I’m just not sure locking the guy up and throwing away the key is the right thing to do…”
“I know it doesn’t seem like he’ll get a fair shot at rehabilitation”—Thunder squeezed Sam’s hand—“but even if we’ve cut away the strings of his puppeteer and confiscated his indestructible fur, Apex is just too dangerous to leave anywhere else.”
“I know, I know… It’s just”—Sam turned away from Thunder so his gaze would fall on Apex’s coffin—“I wanted to save him…”