[...It was harder than he though to get the truth about what happened out. He didn't want it to be true. But it was, like it or not, and now wasn't the time to feel self-pity. There could be no going back how it was. That option ceased to exist when Asimov showed his true colors.
Monarch, and perhaps even more than that, were counting on him to get it together now. His voice grew quiet, his gaze still distant and almost on another world.]
It... it was. It was Asimov. Asimov shot me. And he took Monarch.
[...Once it was out, though.... then the anger started welling up, but he gave no voice to it yet. But his gaze grew more focused, as he came back down to earth.]
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[...It was harder than he though to get the truth about what happened out. He didn't want it to be true. But it was, like it or not, and now wasn't the time to feel self-pity. There could be no going back how it was. That option ceased to exist when Asimov showed his true colors.
Monarch, and perhaps even more than that, were counting on him to get it together now. His voice grew quiet, his gaze still distant and almost on another world.]
It... it was. It was Asimov. Asimov shot me. And he took Monarch.
[...Once it was out, though.... then the anger started welling up, but he gave no voice to it yet. But his gaze grew more focused, as he came back down to earth.]