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What has kept my heart from her plate is the ArchGovernor’s ar I hate, has kept the breath in is will be a shadow of memory, and all that will protect iven me
"It’ll be a duel," one of the lancers says Then louder "Can’t turn that down and keep his honor for long Not if Cassius himself offers it"
"Old Reaper has a few tricks up his sleeve," Tactus says "You ht not have been there, but he didn’t kill Apollo with his smile"
"Used a razor, didn’t you, Darrow?" another lancer asks, tone rounds of late"
"You’ve never seen hiood at, eh?"
Roque stirs angrily beside ard the offending lancer Victra sits behind hi the scene
"I don’t fence," I say
"Don’t? Or can’t?" soh
"Leave him be Razormasters are expensive," Tactus notes
"Is that how it is, Tactus?" I ask
He orydamn serious You used to beto make Tactus scowl and turn away, but I don’t hear I’ve sunken into ed? Mustang
"You’re more than this," she whispered as I left her for the Acadeh her voice did not waver "You don’t have to be a killer You don’t have to court war"
"What other choice do I have?" I asked
"Me I’ht be At the Institute, you irls who have never known loyalty If you go to the Academy, you abandon that to be my father’s warlord That’s not what you are That is not the ed as her sentence trailed away, lips drawing a hard line
Love? Was that e built in the year after the Institute?
If so, the word stuck in her throat, because she knew, as I knew, that I had not given her all of me I had not shared all that I am Greedily, I kept secrets And how could someone like her, someone with so much self-worth, bare herself and throw her heart at a olden eyes, shoved the razor into o
I don’t fault her She chose politics, governance--peace, which is what she thinks her people need I chose the blade, because it is whatthat I was enough for her when I was never enough for Eo Roque was right I pushed her away
I didn’t push Sevro away I asked hined to Pluto likefar construction operations from petty pirate raids I now suspect Pliny’s hand in that