KillWish
theayanamirin
- 140 книг

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"Isn`t that right, angel?"
"I`m not an angel," I say.
Angels are pure souls without bodies. Demons are the ones who possess, and ghosts are the dead, still living. I might be either a demon or a ghost, but-- but--
"What are you, then?" says Talis softly, privately, his sensors aglow.
I know it is important. I am as curious as he to discover the answer. We wait through 3,4511 milliseconds of processing silence.
"I`m a monster," I say.
A smile comes onto his face, then, like bindweed growing across a grave. "Welcome to the club."

Here is something that you learn when you spend a lifetime in rigorous study of the history of war: the weaknesses we perceive in others are often the ones we fear in ourselves. Talis was, famously, someone who knew how to use love -- parent-child love -- as a lever. How to turn grief into power. Well. Two could play at that game.

"Xie," I said. "Do you think they`ll kill me?"
Da-Xia`s fingers stroked the pulse poing in my wrist. There weren`t five people in the world who would have answered me honestly, but Xie was one of them. She said, "Not right away."