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[twoswordjuniper]

Helen doesn’t like it. Or at least she acts like she doesn’t. She’s bored by the snow and ice, the endless expanses of white all year long. But she doesn’t say anything about going back toward the south where there are summers and fields and grasses and trees and people. And booze. She thinks it, you know, but she never says it. Not yet. There is

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[onequarter]

You and Rigaldo have more in common than expected.

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[twoswordjuniper]

Really.

[So not amused at this comparison, Clare.]

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[onequarter]

Hm.

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[twoswordjuniper]

Have you come to know him so well?

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[onequarter]

Just the basics.

Don't worry. I'm not Priscilla.

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[twoswordjuniper]

No. You aren't.

[Not that you make much more sense than she does sometimes.]

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[onequarter]

But we all build ourselves on sacrifices.

You are not Rigaldo.

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[twoswordjuniper]

We are little else but sacrifice. That is how we are made.

[She flashes the back of her hand at the Forge, deadpan expression unchanging.]

My nails are much too short for me to be him.

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[onequarter]

[ Deneve's humour always makes her laugh. Not that she laughs. In fact, she barely smiles. ]

Precisely.