Chapter 8: Migration

"I heard you the other day," I say, barging into Zavala's quarters. He's mid-shave. "Ana. You said you'd kill her." He wipes his blade clean and washes his face. "If I have to, yes," he says. "What makes you think you'll have to?" "I have known Ana a long time. Something isn't right." "Weren't you just advocating…