Marco held what was left of his burger up to Juno. He smiled. "Of course I do," he said softly. "Have you tasted this shit?"
He leaned over the table, trying to look at people as they spoke. He shoved another french fry in his mouth, which was still there when he spoke up again. "If it's an individual trait for each of us, we're never going to figure out why us. Plenty of people do plenty of shit a lot better than us." He frowned and shook his head. "It'd be nice if they gave us any hints other than Hey, we've been watching you since childhood." He snapped his fingers. "I bet it was just that they chose us all when we were babies. Maybe we've had this thing in our necks since we were little. Maybe that's why there were no, uh, stitches."
He wished Lennon had been sitting closer, so he could ask if that sounded crazy. It didn't feel crazy. Well, not any more crazy than their situation.