[Vago paces his room rapidly, breathing harshly. He stops, and says mildly:]
I'm sorry. I don't know how I forgot.
[and suddenly his voice becomes bitter hard. It's barely Vago anymore. Maybe it isn't at all.]
Precious.
[the pacing begins anew.]
Precious things. How can you love something so much if you will only forget?
[he hunkers down at
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