"Which one of you is talking right now?"Elara asked it low, right against his ear, both hands still locked around his, and for a long, terrible second there was no answer at all, just the ragged double rhythm of his breathing and the gold light pulsing brighter along his collarbone.Then his human eye blinked, hard, and focused on her."Me," Dante said, and his voice cracked on the single word like it had cost him something to claim it. "It's me. It's still me, it just, it doesn't come as easily as it did a minute ago. Every time I answer you, I have to fight through it to do it.""Then fight through it. Talk to me. Keep talking to me, it's working, don't stop." She pressed her forehead to his, ignoring the wet cold still clinging to his skin, ignoring the tremor running through both of them. "Tell me something. Anything. Tell me what you were going to say to me, back on Aegis-7, before the alarms went off. You started a sentence you never finished.""You remember that.""I remember
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