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And so there was another excuse, another day to wait, another few thousand breaths to take.
I volunteered to inventory Town Hall’s potential weapons, partly for the chance to smash things that belonged to the Splinter Council, but mostly to avoid the questions of the others.
Ben would have gone with me, but he was busy running interference between his mother and Alexei, who wouldn’t shut up about his various stories of love and loss across the lives of his previous bodies.
Whatever Cynthia was feeling about Mr. Finn — if she was feeling anything yet other than relief that it wasn’t Ben whose death she needed to feel things about right now — Alexei was definitely not making it better.
That left Aldo and me, disassembling chairs and inventorying maintenance supplies.
“Well, we’ve d
