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Henry barked a laugh. “Brainwashing with a
scalpel. And what do you call it, Lina?”
“A beginning.”
He took the cup she offered. Their fingers
brushed a fraction too long.
“You always did like dramatic names,” he said.
“A beginning of what?”
“Of something that might save us,” she said. “If
we don’t ruin it first.”
“That’s the trick with us, isn’t it?”
She smiled, wry. “We were never boring.”
“No. Just a disaster in slow motion.”
Her eyes lingered on him. Testing. Playful. He
almost said something reckless. Almost.
“It’s been ten years,” he said quietly. “And you
know I could never—”
“Trust me?”
“Not after Serpa.”
The breeze carried salt and diesel from the
ferries. For a moment they stood in that familiar
quiet — two people once everything to each other,
now orbiting the same cause, careful not to collide.
She nudged his arm. “Then I guess we stick to
saving the world.”
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