She touched Hirune’s face, then looked up at me. “Oh thank you, thank you.” It’s nice to be thanked. “Miki, damage report.” “I am at eighty-six percent functional capacity.” It held up its arm stump. “It’s only a flesh wound.” For fuck’s sake. Abene turned toward it, shocked. “Miki, your poor hand!” Oh good, another Abene/Miki lovefest.
