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He's been thinking a lot about his conversation with Faye. She was frightened, like a lost kitten.
That's twice now for that act. And really, it has to be an act because when he really considers it, he doesn't think Faye is much like a kitten at all. She's more like... oh, a jackal. She's more predatory and far less tame than a simple house cat.
Still, Gren likes her. After all, she knows his secrets.
(Some of them.)
I died. I know it happened. So why do I still feel alive? She's making me ask that question, over and over and over. He thinks it might be a night to drink, and he doesn't mean tea.
That's twice now for that act. And really, it has to be an act because when he really considers it, he doesn't think Faye is much like a kitten at all. She's more like... oh, a jackal. She's more predatory and far less tame than a simple house cat.
Still, Gren likes her. After all, she knows his secrets.
(Some of them.)
I died. I know it happened. So why do I still feel alive? She's making me ask that question, over and over and over. He thinks it might be a night to drink, and he doesn't mean tea.