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. Her face was pale, drawn, and haggard.
If she's lying, she's doing a damn good job, Xris thought. But then, we were all of us trained to lie.
"I found you," she continued, and for the first time since she'd started speaking, she shifted her gaze to him. "I don't know how. Those who believe in God would say an angel led me." She smiled that sad, lopsided smile.
Xris snorted. He'd been sitting on the edge of the console during her narrative, and he was startled to discover that his flesh-and-blood leg had gone to sleep. Grunting, he stood up, tried to restore the circulation.
"You expect me to believe that?"
"I guess not," she said, shrugging. "But it's true. I did find you in that hellhole. Accident. Coincidence. Logical reasoning. Angels. Who can say? Maybe they're all one and the same anyway.
"I was standing somewhere near what had once been an outer wall, yelling for you, yelling for Ito. I caught a glimpse of movement. It was your hand poking out of the rubble. You were lying under some sort of heavy worktable. The table protected you from the blast. It saved your life .... That was about all it saved."
Rowan paused, grew paler still. "My God, Xris. I'd never seen anything like it. Bones crushed, the broken ends sticking through your flesh, blood ... so much blood .... One eye ... one side of your face ... gone. Just gone. But you were breathing
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