[ Was he here, she wonders, because he was bored or just looking for company? She could find out of course. Press a little harder but - the manners she'd been trained to, the art of being so utterly expressionless so that she wouldn't be rude, seemed to serve just as well now. It'd be rude, and would want him no more pulling at her mind, her thoughts ( twisted up knot, hurting somewhere deep when she looks at the birds, squabbling and fussing and preening their feathers so bright, so pretty in the sun, a little while, it would be gone for the greed of it all. Always to greed, to anger, to selfishness, and she doesn't know these people, but she knows the four year old, laid out in Haven, where if she didn't look, he seemed just to be sleeping, and the sensation feels the same, hollowed out -- ) she preferred to keep her own. He could keep his too.
She's as content to herself as with another, to be too fussed with it. She looks to her side, at the little bit of jerky she has left. That's as good an out as anything. A little selfish, because she can't afford the hurt, she can only afford to do her duty. He's as good a reason as anything else. ] Do you fancy walking a patrol? I could use the escape before they realize I've run out.
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She's as content to herself as with another, to be too fussed with it. She looks to her side, at the little bit of jerky she has left. That's as good an out as anything. A little selfish, because she can't afford the hurt, she can only afford to do her duty. He's as good a reason as anything else. ] Do you fancy walking a patrol? I could use the escape before they realize I've run out.