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Wait. Had it happened? Sam took a careful step forward, squinting hard at Sobeille in the hopes that a sign would appear above her head and declare her the villain of his dreams. The lack of omniscient narration in day-to-day life was unfortunate.

"Wait, wait, hang on..." Sam took a steadying breath, channeling the stressed vibe of every human woman with a manicure tomorrow standing before a man on bended knee today. "Are we really doing this? You and me?" 

It felt anticlimactic, but perhaps that was the life of a second. Humble. Unremarkable. Like a monk, but with crimes. Or was it a test? Had he failed by not jumping at the chance to prove himself? Sam felt his heart begin to gallop in place behind his ribs.