He hadno hands or body, no way to protect himself from whatever lurked in the black emptiness here onthe edge of all things. But what _is_ his angle, anyway? He seems to have gone to a lot of troublejust to save the world. I want to help. txtneeded rest, God knew--but even that brief moment of guilt sent off another sizzling spark ofirritation.
I said, 'If you wish, of course. 'We know none of this,' I said helplessly. Not yet, anyway. I'm stillnot sure why we're actually here.
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