Fragile one appearance

"Where do you need me?" I asked.

Chevalier turned his helmet toward me. He had shrunk his blade, and was sliding ammunition into the chambers.

"Which one of you?" he asked.

"You see her?" I asked.

He nodded. "Like you, but made of light, smiling as much as you're not."

"Either one of us is available," I said.

- Last 20.7

Two young women were sitting. He recognized one on sight as Victoria, another from a file he'd seen circulated, years ago, at a meeting where they had been discussing what to do about New Brockton.

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He could see their shadows. Victoria's was in alignment with her. Overlapping her, like an outline tracing her body, only millimeters off target.

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Her hands were wrapped around her mug, and the trace of her agent had its hands around those hands.

- Last 20.e1