[ It was mostly a joke, he wants to tell her, but he's halted by the question. Everything drops out of him, the building anger and the bitter smile both: he goes empty, goes remote. For a moment there is nothing but the soft sound of water against the sides of their boat.
He looks up to meet her eyes, her bright green to his inhuman black. He says, very deliberately, soft and low: ]
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He looks up to meet her eyes, her bright green to his inhuman black. He says, very deliberately, soft and low: ]
Ever succeed?