But did you ever really know him?’ Aiden asks. ‘How can you love somebody without knowing all of them, everything they’ve stood for, what they’ve done and not done?’
I’m silent a moment. His words are sinking in, settling. ‘What you are saying, really, is that no one who was Slated – who has no known past – can ever love or be loved. I was Slated.’
‘Then why do I love you?’