She turned away at those words, remembering, no doubt, those awful last moments when we damned my master’s body and soul, while all his screaming faces begged us for mercy. For a moment I remembered, too, what she was before—and what I was—what we both were—when we were children.
“Tears?” I asked. “Come now, madam president. Don’t give me the satisfaction.” I licked my lips and laughed.
“What do you want?”
I kicked my feet happily against the floor.
“It’s too good, really. I’m almost glad it turned out this way. I asked him who they were.”
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