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“For the body,” he gurgles. “The body. The body.”
There is a gun covered in blood. Its silver surface dimmed in the shadow of a corpse. When the masked figure bursts into the room, you point it at him.
He stills. You recognize him. He’s the dimpled boy who used to pass you notes in class, too scrawny for his uniform to sit right.
Viscera drips down the crook of your elbow. You cannot shoot.
Liberty Sanchez towered over Cor’s crouching form on her 5-inch rhinestone skyscraper heels, looking like she’d recently survived a twister of fake eyelashes and plastic fur.
“Fuck—dickballs—shit,” Cor managed through her panting breath, slowly letting the slugger down. “The hell are you doing here?”
“Froot Loop sent me to tell you something. Forgot what it was, though,” sang Libby. Her needle-thin heels swayed gently from side to side, like bedazzled flagpoles in the wind. Cor didn’t need the light to know her eyes were stained bright blue.
“Well, don’t strain yourself,” she sighed.
A spiral fracture is the most tactically beneficial bone fracture one can inflict on the enemy. When he was seventeen, Bren had only ever caused one, never felt it for himself. When he was seventeen, Bren thought this pain was the worst he would ever feel.
“Man, their parents must’ve been models or something.”
“Aa-ny-ways. Do you think he thought that I was coming onto him? Like in a date type of way?”
“Do we think Ludinus Da’Leth thought you were flirting with him?”
“Actually, it’s not unthinkable. You flirt with way more people than you realize, Jes.”
“Heh heh heh. My womanly charms are simply too powerful to be contained.”
“Oooh, Fjord, are you all jeal-oo-us now? I swear I won’t leave you for that old man. He hasn’t got half the titty you have.”
“Wow, and they say romance is dead.”
“Can we please—please stay on task. Jester, we’ve been over this. That man is, without a single doubt, the most powerful man in Exandria currently alive, with immediate access to stores of arcane engineering beyond our wildest dreams, and a master manipulator to boot. Please do not have any more tea parties with him.”
“A master debater, more like.”
Either the volumes and volumes of Median syllogisms had started to wear grooves into her subconscious after all these long months spent studying the Imperial Pillars, or she was just warming up for the role she’d have to play once she got to Sinai. Cor wondered if Centralfolk all really talked like they did on TV. Sometimes their droning, stilted voices would drift from flimsy screens of the Forum, declaring this or that victory for the glorious Empire, or piously reminding the citizens of the virtues, reminding them that their labor was all in service of the holy mission. Even while watching grainy old dramas on Aunt Kearney’s box of a TV, she could rarely keep a straight face, especially during the (many) scenes of sweeping, melodramatic romance. Who used proverbs as dirty talk?
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