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"Depends on how much I assume Dragon is capable of finding all the Rete."

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Squeeze. Sigh. "I want to go check on the place where I arrived. I know there won't be but I keep imagining there'll be a portal and a Vala going 'we heard no one's allowed to leave this city and we didn't want to disobey local law so..."

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She leans on him. "It doesn't seem likely but if you think it's safe - maybe after we're more established -"

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"Yeah. If we can get anything set up for self-defense we can ask the locals for things and that'll make it go lots faster."

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She nods. She leans. "I'm tired."

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"There're some nice couches up on the fifth floor."

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"If you need to call back the robot wake me." She sighs and obliges herself to unlean and trudges up the stairs.

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"Want me to stick around or go read but make sure no people go near you?"

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"Maybe you could sing."

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He can definitely sing.

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Eventually she sleeps.

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He keeps singing. And borrows the senses of anyone in range and mindreads the guards outside the city in case there's anything about orders if he or Lorica show signs of caping.

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A couple library squatters drift closer.

The guards are mostly thinking about upcoming coffee breaks, promotions, or television shows, depending on their time horizons. One of them did notice the dropoff but doesn't know who it was.

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He'd rather not read the library squatters but if they have weapons he will.

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One of them has a table leg. The other one is unarmed.

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That's fine.

 

He keeps singing.

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Table Leg doesn't get closer, just pauses within listening distance.

The other one gets closer than that. She's a small child, maybe seven.

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- oh fuck. Of course there'd be kids, a whole city...

 

 

 

He smiles at her.

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She doesn't smile, just peeks around the bookshelf.

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Elf. Singing to a sleeping girl.

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The kid continues peeking.

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He doesn't bite.

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Eventually she tiptoes away.

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He watches through her eyes.

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Stacks. Little nest of scavenged miscellany in the corner of the fourth floor.

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