"No," Lucy said when he pulled away, her eyes locked with his as his hands brushed across her cheeks. Max had always been one for change, if not at least doing things impulsively; he'd excelled at it, and in the end, that was what had got him sent away, leaving Princeton for the city on a whim. He wouldn't want them to sit there being unhappy, but there was more to it than that, still. "He'd want us to fight, Jude. To do something." She was, in a way, pleading, her voice rising with each emphasized word. There was no way, with her brother's life on the line, that she'd be one of the scores of people just sitting back and watching it happen.