"This morning," he said. "What Mitch found. About the broker." He paused. "The person who traced you — Mara. You didn't blow up about it."
"No," I said.
"Most people would have."
"Getting angry at her wasn't going to undo the information being out there," I said. "And she has things I need. Getting angry felt expensive."
A pause.
"That's a very practical way to manage something that looked personal," he said.
"It was personal," I said. "I can be personal and practical at the same time. They're not mutually exclusive."
Silo was quiet.
"Ryke's in the training yard," he said. "He's been in there since the table meeting."
"Thank you," I said.
"I wasn't—" He stopped. A muscle in his jaw. "You're welcome," he said, like the words were being extracted slowly against their will.
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