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. It didn't help. It didn't bring back my leg and my arm. It didn't bring back Ito."
She was staring bleakly at him.
He looked up at her. "So where does this leave us?"
"Different from what we were. Changed." Rowan sighed. "You're right, we can't go back."
"Maybe, from what you've said, that's a good thing. Give me a twist, will you?" The mechanical taste was unusually, horribly strong.
Rowan opened his pocket, removed the case, took out a twist, and put it between Xris's lips.
"And that's why," she said steadily, "you have to turn yourself in, Xris. Clear yourself and the others."
Xris grunted. "And the moment the Hung find out who you are, where you are, you can kiss your ass good-bye."
Rowan's smile twisted, but remained. She shrugged. "I fought the Hung before. I'll fight them again. Who knows? This time I might finish them off for good."
Xris raised his voice angrily. "You'd never even live through the trial. You know it. So do I. So just shut up about it."
Rowan said nothing. She stared down at her hands, which were clasped together in her lap.
The others were awake now.
Jamil sat up stiffly, cradling his injured arm.
Harry said loudly, "I can't hear a damn thing. What're they saying?"
Quong was up, came over to attend to his patient.
"How do you feel, Xris?"
"Great. Switch me back on, will you, Doc?"
Quong frowned, but--seeing Xris's dark expression--the Doc did as he was asked
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