[Or maybe, he thinks, faintly distracted by the smell of her, by the
faint tickle of hair on his cheek, good things. Maybe those would be worse,
in a place like this. He asks, even if he already knows the answer. Both,
always both. In a place like this, with these damned gods fighting over
them, it's always both.]
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Bad things?
[Or maybe, he thinks, faintly distracted by the smell of her, by the faint tickle of hair on his cheek, good things. Maybe those would be worse, in a place like this. He asks, even if he already knows the answer. Both, always both. In a place like this, with these damned gods fighting over them, it's always both.]
Or good things?
[What didn't she want him to see?]