[His brows arch at the sudden touch of her hands, baffled and a little unnerved at the display of concern.] I'm not sick, Doc. [Tired. In pain. But not sick.] I'd be whining at someone through the journals if I was sick! [The victim would be decided by random coin flip or impulsive decision.
...but it was a truth. It was nothing concise, nothing clear, but it was still a truth. Wasn't that what she wanted a few weeks back, in the tunnels?]
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...but it was a truth. It was nothing concise, nothing clear, but it was still a truth. Wasn't that what she wanted a few weeks back, in the tunnels?]