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“What about us?” “Try,” Brade shouted over her speakers, “to die without too much whining.”
“I’ll admit, there was one element I wasn’t factoring in earlier that may have changed my expectations.” “And what is that?” Rinakin asked. “I’d momentarily forgotten,” Jorgen said, with a smile, “that Spensa was involved.”
Spensa was back there, weaving between the worm’s tines with the energy of a child on a playground, fleet and precise. How? How did she fly like that?
It was just…well, everything else. The world wasn’t ending. And I…seemed to thrive when it was. What an absolutely terrible personality attribute to have.
