That's better than Harrow could do. Did you know she doesn't even know what a pommel is? I was in her brain for nine fucking months, and she never even bothered --
[ Gideon cuts herself off there. While she could go on forever, this is tremendously stupid. There's a fragile undercurrent of gratitude to her voice though, a soft, almost shy quality.
She buries her face deeper, her words now muffled. Nothing can hurt her, like this. ]
It's called porn, Ortus. You can call it porn. You gotta know your genres, man.
[ And that's an important one, with many distinct and valuable sub-genres. He should be proud of her. She's doing literary criticism. That's what this is.
(It's a way of being preserved. They kept her around, without cutting open anyone's head, and it does something warm and strange and frightening to Gideon's chest.) ]
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[ Gideon cuts herself off there. While she could go on forever, this is tremendously stupid. There's a fragile undercurrent of gratitude to her voice though, a soft, almost shy quality.
She buries her face deeper, her words now muffled. Nothing can hurt her, like this. ]
It's called porn, Ortus. You can call it porn. You gotta know your genres, man.
[ And that's an important one, with many distinct and valuable sub-genres. He should be proud of her. She's doing literary criticism. That's what this is.
(It's a way of being preserved. They kept her around, without cutting open anyone's head, and it does something warm and strange and frightening to Gideon's chest.) ]