Susan put her head against his neck and cried. ”“Ye’ll see something ye like the look of even less, soon enough,” Rhea said, grinning her peculiar one-sided grin. Rhea chuckled; the chuckle turned into a hollow gust of coughing. ”He looked at her steadily with his beautiful and frightening eyes—a darker blue than they would later be, not yet faded out by the suns of ten thousand drifting days.
”“Without ye, I’m not sure there’d be any reason to go on,” she said. The room flickered with mild orange lamplight. “Fare you well, Susan. That one is obsession.
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