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He traced pale fingers along the edge of the island, slowly, tenderly, as if he were touching something else. I screamed, and the men screamed with me. He looked at me, and the look said that I was protesting too much. No, I guess I thought you liked it that way.

I signaled that I was turning right. I didn't know that was part of your official job description, he said. I threw up shields, put metal in my mind against his fear, and tried to think. They can afford to, they've got the time.