[ she snorts, bitterness that has little to do with him, eyes back to the fire, like looking him with that in her face, in the her throat, would reveal too much. It would, it would. She will open her throat and an agony will pour forth like a river in high flood, there is so much bitterness there. ]
One side always has to lose a war, don't they? [ and to that, rank and caste meant nothing. ]
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One side always has to lose a war, don't they? [ and to that, rank and caste meant nothing. ]