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"She just.. explained who she was. About the CWJ.. a lot of stuff from my past. Calling me a traitor."
Fleur stepped toward him, taking his hands. "This conversation.. It's not helpful."
He shrugged. "I don't know to make it worse? Maybe it's why she hates me so much."
She huffed, but maybe looked a little guilty. "I know.."
He shook his head. "No, but.. She looks like me. She said she had the documents to prove it."
"But I can help, Ferris.."
He sighed slowly, his brows furrowed. "I didn't even know I had a sister."
She leaned back again. "What does it matter?"
"Yeah," he agreed, "but I don't want you to get caught."
She tilted her head. "I want something serious with you, Ferris. What were you going to say?"
He shook his head. "Definitely not. You're not going alone."
He frowned, reaching out to touch his arm. "No, no. Keep going."
He looked over at her. "They probably took them all down."
She crossed her arms as she leaned against the counter. "Why not?"
He rubbed his head with another frown. "I just remembered."
She looked thoughtful. "That's not a bad thing."
His eyes widened with realization. "We never got to detonate them!"
She set her things on the counter with a small frown. "Alright.. Let's talk."
He squinted. "What's 'that look'?"
She hesitated, turning to him. "That doesn't sound very good.. What about?"
