“What do you think I’ve been trying to figure out for the past six weeks?” says Palamedes, something sparkling briefly in his eyes. “There’s more, too—improbably, we do maintain a sort of loose connection to our other lives, though I can’t figure out how to harness it to any use. When we’re done here I’ll show you my notes. And in exchange,” now he really needs to stop himself from grinning, “you can tell me about my construction and how the hell you know anything about it.”
The contingency worked Again, Palamedes wants to shout, this time in relief. But now is really not the time.
He raises his eyes to meet Gideon’s and gives her a nod of thanks. Harrow hasn’t actually agreed to anything, of course, but it seems better to give her fewer opportunities to object. “Help me take her to the kitchen.” He takes a breath, not quite believing what he’s about to say. “I need to open her skull."
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Date: 2021-05-21 09:37 pm (UTC)The contingency worked Again, Palamedes wants to shout, this time in relief. But now is really not the time.
He raises his eyes to meet Gideon’s and gives her a nod of thanks. Harrow hasn’t actually agreed to anything, of course, but it seems better to give her fewer opportunities to object. “Help me take her to the kitchen.” He takes a breath, not quite believing what he’s about to say. “I need to open her skull."