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He looked over at her, his brows furrowed as he considered her. “I’m sorry about your friend,” he said quietly. “But you’re fighting wars without...
“Hmmmmm.”
“I mean, I’m not really...”
“I’m furious.”
“No!”
He glared at her, unimpressed. “You helped someone kill people. That’s bad enough.”
“This is what dreams were made of.”
“Oh, definitely.”
“So terribly rude.”
He sighed, turning away from her. “I don’t want to talk about that. I’m more appalled that you’re fine with being used as a mindless soldier.”
"Hey now."
"Terrified, truly."
"It was really rude."
She laughed, wrapping her legs around his neck.
"I was in love with you, Tez," he said flatly, crossing his arms. "I know when you're crying."
“You’re cute.”
“I’m afraid.”
“You did.”
“No.”
