Shakespeare, I said. We don’t have to worry about that kind of distraction here. […] They play cozy with you, because nobody likes to be hated, and large doses of truth from anyone mouth tend to make the wearer of the mouth persona non grata. Why do I think that we are going to the hospital for more than just a show of moral support? You're just perceptive as hell tonight.
All of us—perhaps a third of the number who had been in the larger pen upstairs (downstairs?)—were hustled into a very tiny waiting cell with two benches. Jean-Claude caught me, or I would have fallen. Where is your vengeance, Asher? Where is the price Jean-Claude was to pay for his murder of your servant? Asher seemed to close in upon himself, so very, very still. Jean-Claude came to stand next to me; he made no immediate move to touch me, because I'd drawn away once.
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