[ Watching some of what's in his head leak into her expression is a torture all its own. There's a moment's blind panic, the urge to bolt. He thinks about how he can't think about the two kids with chains around their ankles, how the light in that room was as grimy as the rest of it. ]
Katie, then. [ He'd wanted her to be a boy; that had seemed less unconscionable.
Rust looks at her hand, then her eyes. Long looks. ] Maybe we'd better not. [ He's full of questions, nauseous with them. Was she born on the station. If not, how long has it been. What's the mark where she's lived more of her life with a bug latched to her brain than without.
Where're your parents. Shouldn't you be in school. ] What do you think of it?
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Katie, then. [ He'd wanted her to be a boy; that had seemed less unconscionable.
Rust looks at her hand, then her eyes. Long looks. ] Maybe we'd better not. [ He's full of questions, nauseous with them. Was she born on the station. If not, how long has it been. What's the mark where she's lived more of her life with a bug latched to her brain than without.
Where're your parents. Shouldn't you be in school. ] What do you think of it?