Reached

more. I can’t wait to get out of this uniform. It promises more than we can deliver, and it represents something I haven’t believed in for a while now. Even Cassia’s face changed when she saw me wearing it for the first time.

    “What do you think?” I asked her. I stood in front of the port and held my arms out to my sides and turned around, grinning, acting the way the Society would expect me to because I knew they were watching.
    “I thought I’d be there when it happened,” she said, her eyes wide. I could tell from the tight sound of her voice that she was holding something back. Surprise? Anger? Sadness?
    “I know,” I said. “They’ve changed the ceremony. They didn’t bring my parents out either.”
    “Oh, Xander,” Cassia said. “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be,” I said, teasing her. “We’ll be together when we celebrate our Contract.”
    She didn’t deny it: not with the Society watching. So there we were. All I wanted was to reach her and it was impossible, since she was in Central and I was in Camas and we were talking through the ports in our apartments.
    “Your shift must have ended hours ago,” she said. “Does this mean you left your uniform on all day to show off?” She was teasing back, and I relaxed.
    “No,” I said. “The rules have changed. We have to wear our uniforms all the time now. Not just at work.”
    “Even when you sleep?” she asked.
    I laughed. “No,” I said. “Not then.”
    She nodded and blushed a little. I wondered what she was thinking about. I wished we were together: face to face in the same room. In person, it’s a lot easier to show someone what you really mean.
    All the questions I had for her crowded my mind.
    Are you
really
all right? What happened in the Outer Provinces?
    Did the blue tablets help you? Did you read my messages? Have you figured out my secret? Do you know that I’m part of the Rising? Did Ky tell you? Are you part of the Rising now, too?
    You loved Ky when you went into the canyons. So, was it the same when you came out?
    I don’t hate Ky. I respect him. But that doesn’t mean I think he should be with Cassia. I think she should be with whomever she wants to be with, and I still believe it could be me in the end.
    “It’s nice, isn’t it,” she said, her face serious and committed, “to be part of something greater than yourself.”
    “Yes,” I said, and our eyes met. Even with all that distance between us, I knew. She didn’t mean the Society. She meant the Rising.
We’re both in the Rising.
I felt like shouting and singing all at once but I couldn’t do either. “You’re right,” I said. “It is.”
    “I like the red insignia,” she said, changing the subject. “Your favorite color.”
    I grinned. She’d read the scraps I put in the blue tablets. She
hadn’t
forgotten about me while she was with Ky.
    “I’ve been meaning to tell you,” she said. “I know I always said
my
favorite color was green. That’s what it says on my microcard. But I’ve changed it.”
    “So what is it now?” I asked her.
    “Blue,” she said. “Like your eyes.” She leaned forward a little. “There’s
something
about the blue.”
    I wanted to think she was giving me a compliment, but that wasn’t it. She wanted to tell me something more. I knew there was meaning beyond what she was saying: but what? Why the addition of the word
the
? Why not say “There’s something about blue?”
    I think she meant the blue tablets that I gave her back in the Borough. Was she trying to tell me that they saved her, the way we always believed they would? We all knew the tablets were meant to keep us alive in the event of a disaster. I wanted Cassia to have as many as possible when she left, just in case.
    When I gave Cassia the tablets, I didn’t tell her the truth about how I got them. I tried to find the explanation that would cause her the least worry. What I had to do to get the papers and tablets for her was worth it. I keep telling myself that, and most of the time I believe it.

    I don’t see any signs of rebellion as we arrive inside the white barricade. The Society appears to be in absolute control of the situation. A huge white tent marks the triage area, and they’ve set up temporary lights throughout the grounds inside the walls. Officials wearing protective gear oversee everything. Other air cars full of medics and patients land near us.
    I’m not worried. I know the Rising’s coming. And, without knowing