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“Still worried that if I die, you’ll die too?” Vesper sniped. “Oh, no,” I drawled. “I already know you’re going to be the death of me, Lady Vesper. I’m just hoping to delay the inevitable for as long as possible.”
“Forty-two percent of all deaths in and around spaceships and ports are due to a lack of oxygen,” I said in a defensive voice. He huffed again, the sound even more derisive than before. “Well, if you’re ever on a ship without any oxygen, then you’re probably going to die anyway, even if it is forty-two percent slower than everyone else.” I brightened. “Well, at least I would have the pleasure of watching you die first, my lord.”
“Vesper and I will cut down the Black Scarabs with our stormswords.” “You trust me to watch your back?” I asked in a low voice. “Even though I’m not an Arrow?” His eyes locked with mine. “I trust you more than any Arrow I’ve ever fought with.”
“I would burn down the galaxy for you,” I said in a soft, fierce voice. “Just for you, Vesper Quill. Not for anyone or anything else, and especially not for a bloody truebond.”
