“Haven’t you ever liked someone, or cared about them?” “I care about you,” Kyr said. “Not like that!” Mags rounded on her. “Haven’t you ever wanted someone?” Kyr got to her feet, not liking the look on his face, but before she could say anything he barreled on. This was the most she had heard him talk at once in years, the most expression she’d seen him show since the awful months after Ursa had left. “Forget the queer thing,” he snarled, “just—don’t you ever want to touch anyone? Don’t you ever want to be with someone, to love someone—” He broke off, gasping again. Kyr’s body moved before she
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