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[Ben is quiet for a long time, motionless, considering Rhade. The stories were discouraged at Manticore - disobedience, insubordination. So too the shadowshapes he could make on the walls with his hands and the squares of light from the hall. He's very careful not to get caught these days, but he still makes them sometimes, still shows himself birds flying away up the walls and out windows that aren't there.
He licks his lips, and his voice is even but not quite as militantly blank as before when he starts, wary.]
There's a woman, on the sixth floor of the facility. She's very beautiful, and very mild-mannered. Kind.
...She's a princess, but she's forgotten that. [He hesitates, fingers twisting together subtly behind his back, pausing to wait for any kind of backlash or reprimand.]
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