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“He’s—man. He’s not . . . Huh.” I put my hand on the freezer door. “Is he a pervert. Is he going to touch me.” “No! Calm down—shit. He’s a supervillain, not a fast-food assistant manager.”
wondered what it must be like to be so mediocre and so confident at the same time.
“If by ‘fought’ you mean ‘bled internally,’ then, yes, the battle was long and valiant,” I said.
“Anna, we’re the bad guys.” “That doesn’t mean we’re inconsiderate dicks.”
“I don’t think you can win if you’re not broken.”
The story I heard, which I first assumed a lie, but a very sweet one, was that Leviathan had been prepared to raze the building to the ground and salt the earth when he heard what had happened. When I repeated the story to Leviathan, however, expecting him to refute it, he grew very still. “They were kind,” he said, “to describe my outburst so judiciously.”
“Self-deprecation has splash damage.” “Why are you being so goddamn wise.” “Because you’re being impossible. As soon as you settle down, I can return to being a meathead again.”
We were supposed to be noble, but we were just as cruel, corrupt, and selfish as anyone else. You just have to hide it, pretend everyone’s doing good.” “With henching, you know where you stand,”
“To seek vengeance and power instead of cowering when the world punishes you. That’s what they think evil is, do they not?”
“I defer to your good judgment,” I said, curious enough to acquiesce. “Goodness has absolutely nothing to do with it,” he promised, “but there will be a great deal of judgment.”
He lifted a fist toward my face, and gradually uncoiled his fingers. He swept his hand close to my jaw and temple, over my eye. His gesture encompassed my circuitry. “That he would think he could do this is insult I can barely fathom. “By the end, he will know how wrong he has been.” He
“You’re in love with him.” My chest was suddenly full of broken glass. I made an extremely unpleasant noise in place of answering. Delicate manipulation I had been prepared for, but this was a very different conversation. She grimaced. “We don’t have to talk about it.” I swallowed hard twice and tried to get my mouth under control. “Well, after that colossal failure to be casual, we might as well.” “So I’m right.” “It’s more complicated than that.” “How so?” “It’s more like you’re not wrong.” “Auditor, what the fuck does that mean.” “It means I don’t know!” “It’s the only possible
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“Okay. But even if the label on your own feelings doesn’t matter, wouldn’t you want to know how he felt about you?” I tilted my head. “He pulled me off an operating table and rebuilt my brain. He killed people to get to me. “What more could I possibly need to know?”
