Zerbrowski and Smith got him on his feet and started him for the door. He gave an aw-gee-shucks shrug, which was all act, because his eyes were bright with the answer. If I hadn't feared contacting you mind-to-mind, I would have asked your permission first, or warned you. I'd gone about four feet into the grass, when I tripped and nearly fell.
Or maybe there was something in his face he didn't want me to see. It's wrong, Damian. He was grinning out at the camera, his bangs spilling over his eyes. I don't know if it'll make sense to you, Zerbrowski, but I've seen the real deal.
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