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Lincoln and I rush onto the transfer platform in Arx Hall. All through the ride back, he doesn’t say a word. Every time I try to look at him, he glances away. Whenever I ask a question, I get a one-word answer. If I take his hand in mine, he gives my palm a quick squeeze before letting go.
No question about it. Lincoln’s fight with his father has him mega-bummed out.
Once we reach the Pulpitum in Purgatory, I find us a quiet bench on the nearby cobblestone yard. A few silent minutes pass while we soak in the gray Purgatory day. Finally, Lincoln meets my gaze. A sad smile rounds his lips.
That’s my cue. He’s ready to talk.
“What happened back there?” I ask.
He exhales a long breath. “What didn’t happen back there?”
“I mean with your father. I saw you two chatting after your parent
