Flashback ( PDFDrive )

brother.”
“And I’m worried he’ll only tell us things that mess with our heads
—or our echoes,” she told him.
Fitz nodded slowly. “So . . . how does that help us figure this out?”
Sophie wasn’t sure.
“Well . . . I guess it shows we’re coming at this from different
places,” she realized after a few seconds. “You have an agenda. And
I’m . . . afraid.”
“Is one better or worse?” Fitz asked.
“I don’t know. Trying to get anything from the Neverseen usually
leads to disappointment. But . . . fear’s a terrible reason to decide
anything. It’s like letting them win without even making them earn
it.”
“Okay, so, where does that leave us?”
“Between a rock and a hard place,” Sophie grumbled. “But . . . if
there’s no obvious right choice, maybe it’s better to go with the option
that at least tries.”
“Meaning . . . we meet with Fintan?” Fitz verified.
“As long as we do everything we can to prepare for whatever head
games he’s going to play, yeah. We can’t let him set us back any more
than Umber’s attacks already have.”
Fitz nodded. “Does that mean we’ve decided?”
“I think so.”
“Should we hail Magnate Leto, then?” he asked, a hint of
excitement leaking into the words. Sophie was sure Fitz’s brain was
already imagining how the meeting would go—all the questions they’d
ask and all the things they’d learn.