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"You don't act like a Consul."

"Oh, boo - and will ye give me a demerit, for it?"

N straightened up, marginally. He hadn't expected T to show any such backbone, or understanding of the Moebius framework.

"Ye're trying to make good choices. I know that much. But how far do you think ye'll get batting around the only folks who've got any real spark left in 'em, who're still livin' this eternal life at least half how it's meant to be?"

Yet again. "You've far too much patience, T."

"As if you want any more sass out of ol' Triton."