[ don loves stories. when angela begins she sits up, watching her over the stars dotting the sky, and mulls over the question posed. forced, coerced, had she any choice left? don thinks of rodya, who split a golden goose for the good of others, who had seen no other way; she thinks of gregor and others, fighting for a wing that had caused them pain and suffering to survive against another who'd want to kill them in the heat of war. ]
... I do. She had exhausted all other possibility, and found it wanting.
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... I do. She had exhausted all other possibility, and found it wanting.