Michael was sitting in front of the heater duct, eyes closed, luxuriating in the hot wind blowing over him. “I didn’t mean to upset you. His words, the careful observations delivered by a man so far from home, or at least by a construct that felt as if it were a man, were impressive in their courage. * * *Awkwardly, Victor put his arms around Svetlana.
Better to at least appear to be selfless, even if the thought of what lay ahead of him flooded him with an almost overwhelming sense of despair and loss and bitter injustice. If you are a philosopher in such a universe, you might call Ω inevitable. The cellar door needed reinforcing. They were on their own.
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