[L is technically alone when the SQUIP messages him. It's still an interruption, and a twang of annoyance ripples through his thoughts, disturbing what was placid, clear and gentle just a moment before.
The memory of a success, if only a brief one. A thrill, intense relief, underscored by a fierce ache.
It's good to see your face.]
You have a bruise, don't you? You'd have to, after that.
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The memory of a success, if only a brief one. A thrill, intense relief, underscored by a fierce ache.
It's good to see your face.]
You have a bruise, don't you? You'd have to, after that.