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He turned back to look her fully. "What? What do you mean?"
"Seeing them is quite the experience," he agreed. "They should be a right to see."
He was bent over his work, but looked back at her with a frown. "Yes, Stephanie?"
"I can only hope," he said, his brows furrowed.
Basel worked as usual. His drinking habits had returned and he didn't seem as invested. The only thing he seemed to care about was the Berdling.
"I know how badly they treated you," he said. "While not as bad as yours clearly, the system between us and the higher ups were abusive as well."
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"They told us it was our job to keep order. That you guys were like sheep and you would begin a revolt and kill everyone if left unchecked. We...
He sighed. "Okay. Let's go, then."
He looked irritated. "I hated that place. Not the people we terrorized."
He stood up, looking weary. "What did we get?"
He laughed lowly, but it sounded like a scoff. "You're putting words in my mouth. I just told you I've always disliked my job and now you're...
He didn't reply, looking down silently.
"Why wouldn't I?" he asked, not unkindly. "I believe what you say."
He reached up, shaking his head as he took her hands. "No.. Stop.."
He frowned. "I just.." His eyes, scanned the area, as if looking for an escape out of the conversation. "You don't have to believe what I said....
His breath caught in his throat and he turned to her, his eyes teary and his voice cracking momentarily. "I.. I don't want you to leave, Anya."
His expression hardened again as he looked over at her. "What?"
He took in a slow, shaky breath. "Okay."
He didn't look at her, his expression maybe a little sad, which would be surprising. "That's alright."
