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"I joined La Legion"
"I never considered you the h in retrospect, I should have You were certainly good at taking orders"
"My co on you You should have been in the army"
"And follow in my father’s footsteps? No, thank you" Søren’s voice was cold and bitter "Why did you join theto suicide" Kingsley laughed, although he wasn’t joking "Anyway, it was good not to have to think for myself for a while I needed that"
"Believe it or not, I understand," Søren said "The discipline of a religious order has the sahts scared one It was better to let someone else directorders And too good at hitting targets And too good at speaking English without an accent So in a less official capacity"
"What did you do?" Søren’s voice was even and cal under the surface of the words
"Everything they ordered me to I hunted who they told me to hunt Spied on who they told me to spy on Killed who they told ht me I was a prisoner for a month See? I still have scars fro swaths of scar tissue ainst the bone, the shackles had Like a trapped wolf, he’d wanted to gnaw off his own hands
"I was a prisoner," he continued "I was tortured And"
"And what?" Søren’s voice was gentle now, probing, but not deazed up at Søren and ain in husley said "I guess you’d call it a blessing that I don’t re it had happened"
"Kingsley"
Kingsley raised his hands to his face, pressed his palainst his eyes He couldn’t bear to hear the pity and the sorrow in Søren’s voice
"It’s funny" Kingsley’s eyes burned He wanted to blame the chlorine "I loved Lawrence of Arabia as a boy He was my hero I read all the books I could about hi in cos in common"
"Two?"