( They're too close together, beneath the charming failure of his mantle. He pulls away, but leaves the cloth over her head, for the little good it does him.
Water, slipping down, seems to drip right off him, never drenching. )
...no. ( A beat. ) But that's all right. My friend says there won't be many people from here-here long.
( For a moment, he seems to consider. Then, bitingly: )
I don't like them. What they do. They make ugly things out of people. They sa... ( He struggles, briefly, with the word. ) Sacrifice. I don't like that. Do you?
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( They're too close together, beneath the charming failure of his mantle. He pulls away, but leaves the cloth over her head, for the little good it does him.
Water, slipping down, seems to drip right off him, never drenching. )
...no. ( A beat. ) But that's all right. My friend says there won't be many people from here-here long.
( For a moment, he seems to consider. Then, bitingly: )
I don't like them. What they do. They make ugly things out of people. They sa... ( He struggles, briefly, with the word. ) Sacrifice. I don't like that. Do you?