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“I think…if love is anything, it is truth. If life is anything, it is struggle.
“It’s rude to start a friendship with lies,” he replies. “What is it really? You can be honest with me.” I grimace. “Truffle Pig.” “Oh dear.” A smile creeps across his face. “You really shouldn’t have told me that.”
The Truffle Pig did well. I chide myself for having doubted her.
Clang. Clang. Clang. “Confess,” I taunt.
“…this is Lyria. Howler One, Eagle One, do you read?” Cassius holds up a hand to me. “Who?” “Lyria. Requesting—” “Who?” Her radio crackles. “Truffle Pig to Eagle One, requesting hot drop and perimeter cruise—” She’s hilariously formal on the radio. “Oh, Truffles! Come on in.”
“Uh-huh. Well. She doesn’t get to choose her own callsign.” “Of course not. I was thinking Strawberry Lass. No? Crow Whisperer? Red Rabbit?” “We’ll figure it out later.” I have a thought. “What do they call baby eagles?” He acts like he’s just seen a puppy. “Eaglet. Oh gods. She’ll die.”
I thought our honeymoon would be more romantic.” “Honeymoon.” “Yes. Apparently we’re a couple till Virginia fights me for you.”
I love you. I am coming home. I have an army. I have an armada. We will win. For Eo, for Ragnar, for Fitchner, for Cassius. For them all.
