[ He watches the ember die out, the dark fill in the hole pricked in it. ] Information. [ Offhand, almost smooth. She wants to keep this transactional, that suits him fine—he's spent nights enough haggling over words, half-remembered faces, the price you wanted to hang on a high.
In the moments before she responds, his mind grazes hers—light but purposeful, a little bit of a charge like static electricity. ]
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In the moments before she responds, his mind grazes hers—light but purposeful, a little bit of a charge like static electricity. ]