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He shifts his weight from one foot to the other,
scratches the back of his head,
opens his mouth to say something,
but closes it.

I can see his flustered face.
He can't keep up his facade anymore.

"What did They tell you?"
I sound resolute.
Unmoving.

Archer looks away.
A deep sigh,
a desperate look,
a deeper understanding.
I know he doesn't want me to question.

But I know,
that's even more the reason I should ask.
"Tell me!"

His hand comes up to brush my left cheek.
I shiver at his touch.
Closing his eyes,
he says,
"You'll live, Tryst.
They'll let you live."

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