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The Truth About Lying
Claire said, “Don’t enjoy it.”
“I’m not.”
“Good. Martyrdom is just ego with better lighting.” Despite himself, Henry laughed.
A real laugh.
Small, but real.
The week before the hearing passed in fragments. Jinji compiled evidence against New Atlantic. Vincent worked on the moral argument.
Claire helped Henry practice.
“They’ll ask if you regret it,” she said.
“I do.”
She looked surprised.
“I regret the pain. I regret the people caught in the blast. I regret Dr. Sharma. I regret the boy in Chicago. I regret every person who paid for someone else’s lie.”
“And Verax?”
Henry looked toward the window.
“I don’t know yet.”
Claire nodded.
“That’s better than certainty.”
The night before the hearing, Henry couldn’t sleep.
He walked through the city and saw what Verax had done.
A couple sat on opposite sides of a restaurant table, both wearing patches, neither speaking.
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