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Lyra walked into the house and found Jagger there in the living room, having some apples. He had a knife with which he cut out the apple before taking it into his mouth. He seemed so happy, while she was there, mourning.

"Lyra." He called, his mouth full with a chunk of apple. "You didn't tell me you were coming."

Lyra's eyes were sore and swollen. She fixed her gaze on him as she dropped her bag on the parting table in the room.

"How do you do it?" She asked in a low tone. "How do you manage to stay so happy when our biggest plan crashed a week ago? You didn't even bother to comfort me, neither did you seem worried that we had lost a lot of money. You didn't even try to come up with an alternative or something. It's so unlike...you."

Jagger scoffed. He sliced out a piece of apple and threw it into his mouth before looking at her.

"Did you say an alternative? What was I supposed to do? Point a gun at the Kensingtons and threaten them to transfer their wealth to me? You really think th