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( He will survive, she says — and here, laughter that's too shrill, to metallic, too much of itself to be anything but theatric, but pained. )

Look after my brother. That's all I ask. ( A pause, then wryly raising his goblet to toast the last dregs of his final sip. ) The better man.

( Long may he live, should Deimar fail to. ) Let Alem's plights prove worthwhile.

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