Chapter 93
We take things slower on the way back. My wounds are hurting badly from even this modest exertion, burning pain stabbing with every breath and every step. Marvel stays by my side, keeping to my pathetic pace. I grit my teeth to keep from screaming. “Some good I did as inspiration,” I say, after a while. “I basically told them we were all probably going to die.” “I don’t think you said ‘probably,’” Marvel says, with a slight smile. “And you were honest with them. I think it’s what they needed.” “I wasn’t, though.” “About the Captain?” She gives a shrug, though I can see it troubles her, too. “Sometimes there’s value in a myth.” “A lie, you mean.” “It’s not the same thing, exactly.” I don’t quite get it, but I don’t want to argue. The streets are empty of vendors and hawkers, the stal
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