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. "I won't abandon a member of my team. I signed contracts with all of you and I'll keep my end of the agreement. I'll go after Raoul myself if I have to."
Jamil was defensive. "Damn it, Xris, I didn't mean we should abandon him! You know I'm with you. I was just being--"
"I know." Xris interrupted, softened his tone. "I understand. You were just being logical. I'm sorry, guys. I'm tired. We're all tired. I got you into this. What Jamil says does make sense. Go with him, take his advice. He'll know how to handle it. You'll probably get reduced sentences."
Harry said "No!" loudly and glared at Jamil.
Jamil looked grim and uncomfortable and muttered something to the effect that it was a sound idea and they should consider it.
Quong, his eyes closed, was apparently approaching this as he might have approached the solution to a mathematical equation, even to the point of absently working calculations with slight movements of his fingertips.
Tycho yelled something unintelligible; he'd grown so flustered he'd accidentally switched off his translator. Jamil and Harry both loudly told him to turn it on. "Bear," Xris said quietly, talking beneath the confusion, "I know Dion, remember? Hell, I helped put him on the throne! I swear to you on... on what's left of me"--he held out his flesh-and-blood arm--"that we're not fomenting a revolution. We're not intending to overthrow the king or assassinate him or anyone
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