[ sonia almost chokes on her own breath. they win? they win the war? the vorbarr sultana that byerly's been painting all this time -- does it really exist? she knows he can't be lying, he can only say what he believes is true, but sonia can't take him for a madman. she covers her mouth with both hands and start to cry, silently.
the ghem-colonel's face is hard now. this isn't a simple interrogation anymore. this is going to be a problem. this time, when he speaks, it's through his teeth. ]
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the ghem-colonel's face is hard now. this isn't a simple interrogation anymore. this is going to be a problem. this time, when he speaks, it's through his teeth. ]
By all means.