( Ah, it's like this, then. A play for reason, for strategy, for the chance to see through further games, yet afoot. His smile turns thin, then bitter. Slow. )
...Yelena, I won't survive this either way. The hand is played.
( Now, he chews his potato again — meditatively. It tastes like ashes. So be it. )
You want the last tatters of my reputation? Take them. But you won't complicate our evacuation with conspiracy at the last hour. However much my uncle is paying your people, tell them I have more.
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( Ah, it's like this, then. A play for reason, for strategy, for the chance to see through further games, yet afoot. His smile turns thin, then bitter. Slow. )
...Yelena, I won't survive this either way. The hand is played.
( Now, he chews his potato again — meditatively. It tastes like ashes. So be it. )
You want the last tatters of my reputation? Take them. But you won't complicate our evacuation with conspiracy at the last hour. However much my uncle is paying your people, tell them I have more.