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Even if what you said was true, that only makes it worse. Truth should be left in wrapped boxes for people to open when they're ready. When it's used as a blade, they vacuum-seal the pain somewhere deep inside, sealing the truth in with it, until it's time to turn it inside out and cut someone else. I
There's a saying that somebody tilted this country on its end, and everything that wasn't securely attached fell into California.
All right, so if the Unseelie horde does come through Gate LA4, what exactly am I supposed to do?"
"Die horribly. But swiftly, I'd think. They'll be eager to get on with their world conquest."
"Okeydokey then. Thanks for the heads up.
He put an arm around me and helped me across the lawn into the passenger's seat. The inside was red and white as a strawberry sundae, with black analog gauges. It was inefficient and sprawling; it screamed of hubris and excess and obsolescence; it was America on wheels.
He started the car, looking irked, as though I had started crying on purpose. Men seem to think that women do this on a regular basis, which is bullshit. Just because you don't feel something, it doesn't mean the other person is faking it. You know who thinks like that? Sociopaths.
I love people randomly and suddenly, and it's a curse most of the time.
You are not going to lose me," said Claybriar. "I don't want to put you through that."
"Is that a promise?" I said, and then immediately realized what I'd asked. I held my hand up in front of his mouth even as he drew breath to answer. "No," I said. "Don't bind yourself. Just do your best to stay alive; that's enough for me."
It was a little dizzying to realize that he'd been willing to promise me that he'd never leave me, and that unlike the others in my past he'd be bound to that promise. It was tempting, in a dark sort of way. But I wouldn't let him do it any more than I'd let him chain himself in the hold of a sinking ship.
Here's the thing, Brian. From across the room, I'll admit death looks like a real babe. But I've been close enough to see what's under her makeup, and no thanks. Really.
Why is some accident of uncontrolled neurochemistry the 'real me,' and a carefully reasoned system of priorities somehow false?
