SO WHY I~**FYRNST. • ~/ IS JUL IR’SSSS FRIEND SHCKED UUUUP WITH KENDRIC DE GIROLAMO?’?? ‘I don’t know the specifics,’ Greg said, his voice raised, strained. Royan was jittering about in his dentist’s chair, shoulders jerking in an erratic pumping rhythm. Royan was having one MINDSTAR RISING 253 of his bad days, and when Greg considered just how shitty even Royan’s good days must be. CONNNNECTED? ‘There is no such thing as coincidence.’ WAS I HE%%%%LPING YOU WITH 1OTII/IMES>>? The catheter bag which dangled below the chair on a chrome coathook was filling with an oily bilious liquid. ‘Big help. He was a blackmail victim, not a proper hotrod. Someone has been feeding him sophisticated viruses to use on burns.’ THINK HE WAS ODDDDDD. T0000 QUICK TO G0000 SOLO. NOT EN***)~i SHITTTT END END END. NOT ENOUGH CIRCIT SKORES TO HISSS HANDEL. HURTSSS GREEG. REALLLY HURTS MEEEEE. And how could he answer that? He smiled broadly, feeling a prize turd. ‘Hey, you made a friend in Eleanor. She’s planning on coming back.’ BEAU7Y AN>>>>## BEMST. HORRRIBLENASTY FIL TH!!!L~ MEMEMEMEME. YOU SCREW BABIESBABIES MAKKK” MAKE BABiES T000GETHER.. .111111111 WANNT WANTSHITF1LLTH. Ј%::)) G0000000 AWWWAY GGRE& Greg couldn’t move. Revolted and horrified. He wanted to get out, out and never come back. Break free. The Trinities, the Constables, Blackshirts, this tower, this room, Royan; they were all facets of his ingrained guilt, soul-devouring. DON’!iiiii CRY. He rubbed knuckles into his eyes, vision blurring. QUUIK