His words trailed off. ‘It is as you said. Why should I speak at all, when I cannot speak plainly?’
‘If I said that, I regret it. It is not a thing one should say to a friend. I do not remember it.’
He smiled faintly. ‘If you do not remember it, then neither shall I.’ He reached and took both of my hands in his. His grip was oddly cool. A shiver passed over me at his touch. ‘Would you continue, if I asked it of you? As a friend?’
The word sounded so odd from his lips. He spoke it without mockery, carefully, as if the saying of it aloud could shatter the meaning. His colourless eyes held mine. I found I could not say no. So I nodded.
- Assassin’s Apprentice (Robin Hobb)




















