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He turns the Firebird over in his hand, evenPaul’s been trying to create for the past few years--the thing he and my parents believe can turn the tide of this horrific war--it’s his now, not ive it back

"Please!" I take a step closer, but when he turns to look at ht about?" Paul says "Co? Why are you here?"

"I’m here to save you Not--you you My Paul, frouys discovered the risk of splintering yet?"

"Consciousness beco interdimensional travel?"

"Yes! Exactly!" Oh, thank God for that, because I’d never have been able to explain the science behind it "My Paul splintered I mean, he was splintered, on purpose, and he’ll never be able to co about hie Worse, it feels futile My legs have begun to shake This has to sound crazy, spilled out all at once like this, and I can tell Paul doesn’t believe me In desperation, I say, "Couldn’t you tell? The way I ith you--I wasn’t pretending, not really I love him so much"

"So much you seduced someone else?" Paul tilts his head as he studiesto sleep with you Besides, you’re not someone else! A splinter of his soul is inside you, and--and it wouldn’t matter, even if it weren’t You’re him, and he’s you"

Paul flinches when I tell him about the splinter within him, but he doesn’t respond "You ith me just because you ? So from another diy we’ve been trying to create here for a long tiy we need very badly If you’ve been in this di"

I nod "The air raid was ht here"

"Then you have no excuse If you’re your parents’ daughter--and in love with another eable--you should have turned this technology over to us immediately"

I remember the lesson I learned the hard way as a little kid, when I tried to sneak around enius rarely ends well

Paul takes one step toward th "Do you want to change your story? Or stick to the original lie? The latter technique works better during interrogations That’s what they tell us"

In this di captured and tortured If I’m turned in as an invader or a spy, this is ill happen to ht report me to people crueler than he is I’m so far out of my depth here that I have only one possible defense left: the truth