“Wax,” Wayne interrupted, balancing his sixth story of beer-mat coasters. “Check your pulse, mate.” Wax took a deep breath. “Sorry,” he said. “What was that,” Marasi said, wagging her pencil from Wayne to Wax. “Pulse?” “Sometimes,” Wayne said, “Wax forgets he’s a person and starts thinkin’ he’s a rock instead.” “It’s Wayne speak,” Wax said, grabbing some coasters and starting another tower. “For times when he thinks I should be a little more empathetic.” “You can be single-minded, mate.”
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Brandon Sanderson,
Shadows of Self