“Something must be done. We cannot-”
“We cannot what?” she said. Her strange, almost-luminous eyes met my own. Her gaze stilled my tongue, as ever it had.
“We cannot what, Jeremiah?” she said.
I felt my adam’s apple bobbing, felt myself making an effort to stand straighter under her gaze.
“We cannot sit,” I said. “And do nothing.”
Madam Za smiled, sadly.
“It’s the end of the world, Mr. Morrow,” she said.
“That’s all we can do.”