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the silver alpha emerged with proud elegance; lasher's breath hitched in his throat, but he drew strength from dante's presence, from the earth and the trees roundabout. for a long moment he was silent, and then his throat grew parched with lack of confidence; he must speak now, before his nerve was lost.

i have a great deal of affection for you, taltos spoke softly into the air between himself and the other. if it is not reciprocated, and if it never shall be, that is all right. i merely thought that you should hear my thoughts.

for a short moment, lasher feared dante's ire, but in the next he had calmed; the man was a logician, and gentle. he would not act so.